Mr. Henry staggers home when the evening's done He's as poor as a church mouse, high on the Meyer's rum Tuggin' at his shirttail, jinglin' his church key Chewin' on a toothpick, on another binge Tramplin' the rosebush, whistlin' to himself Now don't wake up the neighbors, spittin' on the hinge Rattlin' the milk bottles and trippin' on a skate Hidin' from the newsboy before it's too late
The screen door's open, don't make no noise in the kitchen Got no excuse for a cold gray wife that starts bitchin' 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, and swore he'd never do these things again He's got an alibi, but never tells her where he's been