Beer Nut - The Lucksmiths

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»