You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left These so called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest... We arrived in December and London was cold We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left These so called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest... Euston Station the train journey north In the buffet car we lurched back and forth Past odd crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's green fields We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left These so called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest... By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down Then walk us on home and deny us a round You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left These so called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest... The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon And don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left These so called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest... Take me home