Saturday night I'm a sickening sight And the bartender's ringing the bell I was down on my luck but I find my last buck Got enough for another- they say 'Go to hell' Am I going insane? I just want to go home, God I'm sorry I came So I fall through the door, nearly crash through the floor And my heads in a roar, I'll be lucky if I make it Up the hill Saturday night I've been downing the swill And it's up the hill Up the hill! Up the Hill Saturday night I've been downing the swill And it's up the hill Up the hill! Out on my own now I'm stumbling home And I amble and stagger and sway I'm tripping on nothing and sliding on ice And I feel the last threads of my life giving way Am I going insane? Should have taken a cab, could have saved me the pain I'm stupid and sore and I cry with a roar 'I won't drink anymore,' God I'm praying that I make it up the hill The words of that song Go 'round in my head So I'm crawling along They might as well leave me for dead As i go up the hill The last thing I recall is one hell of a fall And a crack that did spell certain peril The lights fade in the din, Christ I'm going in Like the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald AHHHH! The words of that song Go 'round in my head So I'm crawling along They might as well leave me for dead As i go up the hill (About 3 times)