Mr. Henry lyrics

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 b*tchin'
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

"Henry!"
"Henry!"