Mr. Henry Tom Waits

Mr. Henry staggers home when the evening's done
He's as poor as a church mouse, high on the Meyer's rum
Tuggin' at his shirttail, jinglin' his church key
Chewin' on a toothpick, on another binge

Tramplin' the rosebush, whistlin' to himself
Now don't wake up the neighbors, spittin' on the hinge
Rattlin' the milk bottles and trippin' on a skate
Hidin' from the newsboy before it's too late

The screen door's open, don't make no noise in the kitchen
Got no excuse for a cold gray wife that starts bitchin'
That the no good bum is at it again
After she's given him all the best years of her life

He'll tell her he was celebrating Savage's divorce
Played a hunch out at Yonkers, you can never trust a horse
And thrown in jail and swore he'd never do these things again
He's got an alibi, but never tells her where he's been

"Henry!"
"Henry!"