Carry Me Home AC/DC

[Verse 1]
Well, bartender's workin' on a late-night shift
Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids on a midnight drift
And the dance band's playing the same old sling
I'm sinkin' whiskey and you're sippin' fine wine
I don't know what it is you're tryin' to prove
Well, it should be you, but it's me who can hardly move, he-heh
And I've got my reputation lying on the line
Come on, baby, be a good dog, and—and help the blind

[Chorus]
Oh, won't you carry me home?
Won't you carry me home?
Oh, won't you carry me home?
Like a truck, pick me up, oh

[Verse 2]
You ain't no lady, but you sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by, time and time again
My arms and legs are achin' and my head's about to blow
And your back's been breakin' and I'd hate to spoil the show
But I just spent next week's wages and I'm right out of coin
But you want more and it's half past four
And they wanna close the joint
And 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