Carry Me Home — текст песни (AC/DC)

The bartender`s working on a late night shift
She`s bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift
And the dance band`s playing the same old slam
I`m sinking whiskey and you`re sipping fine wine
I don`t know what it is you`re trying to prove
Well it should be you but it`s me who can hardly move
And I`ve got my reputation lying on the line
Come on baby
be a good dog and help the blind

Won`t you carry me home
(Like a truck
pick me up)

You ain`t no lady but you`ve sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time and time again
My arms and legs are aching and my head`s about to blow
And your back`s been breakin` and I`d hate to spoil the show
But I`ve just spent next weeks wages and I`m right out of coin
But you want more and it`s half past four
and they want to close the joint
But we can`t afford a taxi
and it`s too late for the bus
But I`ve been told by friends of mine you`re someone I can trust

Won`t you carry me home
(Don`t let me lie here in all this beer)

You drank all your booze and half of mine
I`m bleary eyed and you`re waiting for the sunshine
(to come and kill me)
Just like the man who threw me on the floor
Don`t matter
while I`m down here I might as well try
and find the fucking door
Excuse me
have you seen my swizzle stick
And have you got a plastic bag `cause I`m gonna be sick
I`m dead drunk and heave`n hanging upside down
And you`re getting up and leaving
you think I`m gonna drown

Won`t you carry me home