(Young, Young, Scott)
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The bartender's working on a late night shift
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She's bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift
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And the dance band's playing the same old slam
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I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine
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I don't know what it is you're trying to prove
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Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move
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And I've got my reputation lying on the line
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Come on baby, be a good dog and help the blind
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Won't you carry me home
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(Like a truck, pick me up)
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You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
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That head of yours has got you by time and time again
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My arms and legs are aching and my head's about to blow
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And your back's been breakin' and I'd hate to spoil the show
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But I've just spent next weeks wages and I'm right out of coin
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But you want more and it's half past four and they want to close the joint
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But we can't afford a taxi, and it's too late for the bus
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But I've been told by friends of mine you're someone I can trust
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Carry me home
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Won't you carry me home
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Carry me home
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(Don't let me lie here in all this beer)
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You drank all your booze and half of mine
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I'm bleary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine (to come and kill me)
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Just like the man who threw me on the floor
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Don't matter, while I'm down here I might as well try and find the fucking door
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Excuse me, have you seen it? It's about this big
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And have you got a plastic bag 'cause I'm gonna be sick
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I'm dead drunk and heave'n hanging upside down
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And you're getting up and leaving, you think I'm gonna drown
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Carry me home
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Won't you carry me home (can you help)
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Carry me home
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Carry me home
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Won't you carry me home
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Carry me home
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Carry Me Home
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AC/DC |