Mr. Henry
Mr. Henry stumbles home
 When the evening's done
 He's as poor as a church mouse
 High on the Meyer's rum
 Tugging at his shirttail
 Jiggling a church key
 Chewing on a toothpick
 On another binge
 Trampling the rosebush
 Whistin' to himself...
 Now don't wake up the neighbours
 Spitting on the hinge
 Rattling the milkbottles
 Tripping on a skate
 Hidin' from the Newsboys
 Before it's too late
 The Screen door's open
 Don't make no noise in the Kitchen
 Got no excuse
 For a cold, grey wife that starts *****in'
 That the no good bum's at it again
 After she's given him
 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
 Swore he'd never do these things again
 He's got an alibi
 But never tells her where he's been
 
 "Henry! Henry!"