All the streets look the same 'til I'm fumbling for change Light on the porch like we had arranged Home street home, it cheers me Pat my pockets for the key The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us Those two in despair After this round we're square Yeah, we're square There's many a slip between lager and lip Conversation gets average and mean Half asleep and seeing double It's time for me to leave Stood for a second while my eyes demisted My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted Stepped into the hail for a taxi It's raining ice, but "Just relax" he said Christ you're up across town You look like a ghost Just try and keep it down Keep it down... There's many a slip between lager and lip Conversation gets average and mean Half asleep and seeing double It's time for me to leave When I come home full up You sigh "Come here beer nut"