Mr Henry - Lyrics

Mr Henry
(Tom Waits 1981)
Mr Henry staggers home
When the evenings done
He's as poor as a church mouse
High on the Meyers rum
Tugging at his shirt tail
Jiggling his church key
Chewing on a toothpick
On another binge
Trampling a rosebush
Whistling to himself (whistle)
Now don't wake up a neighbour
Spitting on a hinge
Rattling the milkbottles
Tripping on a skate
Hiding from the Newsboy
Before it's too late

The Screen doors open
Don't make no noise in the Kitchen
Got no excuse
For a cold grey wife that starts bitching
That the no good bum is at it again
After she's given him
All 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
An sworn he'd never do these things again
He's got an alibi
But never tells her where he's been
Henry! Henry!
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