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Show to me how home to go:
Tired limbs, tired head, with skin green, eyes red.
I had a little drink; it had a larger effect:
Booze with once filled, now with dread!

Where I go, there I find
What is laid down I don't mind
Yet you will hear this; I shall call it out:
"Lost, am I? Oh, I'm resigned."

Show me the way, you know, home.
I'm tired and, you know: I want my bed.
I had, you know, a little drink before, you know,
And it went to my, y'know, head.

No matter where, you know,
I might, you know, like, go,
You will always hear me singing, you know,
Show me, you know, to, you know.