Mr. Henry

Mr. Henry stumbles home

When the evening's done

He's as poor as a church mouse

High on the Meyer's rum

Tugging at his shirttail

Jiggling a church key

Chewing on a toothpick

On another binge

Trampling the rosebush

Whistin' to himself...

Now don't wake up the neighbours

Spitting on the hinge

Rattling the milkbottles

Tripping on a skate

Hidin' from the Newsboys

Before it's too late

The Screen door's open

Don't make no noise in the Kitchen

Got no excuse

For a cold, grey wife that starts *****in'

That the no good bum's at it again

After she's given him

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

Swore he'd never do these things again

He's got an alibi

But never tells her where he's been

"Henry! Henry!"