Brian Peters - Six Nights Drunk lyrics

As I came home on Monday night so drunk and very late I saw a Harley-Davidson outside my own front gate I says to my darling wife, "Won't you kindly tell to me Who owns this Harley-Davidson where my pushbike ought to be?" "You're drunk, drunk as a skunk, you've clearly had a few It's nothing but a wheelbarrow that I bought in B and Q." It's many's the day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more But a wheelbarrow with twin exhausts I never did see before And as I came home on Tuesday night and through the door did crawl I saw a black crash helmet on a hat-stand in the hall I says to my darling wife, "Won't you kindly tell to me Who owns that crash helmet where my cloth cap ought to be?" "You're drunk, drunk as a skunk, you're well and truly ratted That's a woolly bobble hat that I myself have knitted." It's many's the day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more But a bobble hat with a visor I never did see before And as I came home on Wednesday night, beneath me scarce a leg I saw a leather jacket a-hanging on a peg And so I says to my darling wife, "Won't you kindly tell to me Whose is that leather jacket where my anorak should be?" "You're drunk, drunk as a skunk, I can see you've had a drop It's nothing but a duffel coat that I bought in the Oxfam shop." It's many's the day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more But a duffel coat with a row of studs I never did see before And as I came home on Thursday night, to stand I wasn't able I saw a packet of cigarettes laid on the kitchen table I says to my darling wife, "Won't you kindly tell to me Whose is that packet of cigarettes where my chewing gum ought to be?" "You're drunk, drunk as a skunk, you're well the worse for wear That's a pack of cards and I've been playing solitaire." It's many's the day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more But a pack of cards with a health warning I never did see before And as I came home on Friday night, well, I'd had to dump the car I saw a bottle of whisky standing on the breakfast bar I says to my darling wife, "Won't you kindly tell to me Whose is that bottle of Jameson's where my Horlicks ought to be?" "You're drunk, drunk as a skunk, you're in a proper state That's a bottle of cranberry juice, I'm trying to watch my weight." It's many's the day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more But cranberry juice at seventy proof I never did see before And as I came home on Saturday night and staggered up the stair I saw a man laid in my bed dressed in his underwear So I says to my darling wife, "Won't you kindly tell to me Who is this unfamiliar chap where my own self should be?" "You're drunk, drunk as a skunk, and still you cannot see That's a cuddly teddy bear my mother sent to me." It's many's the day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more But a teddy bear in a posing pouch I never did see before