text: Mr. Henry staggers home when the evenings done
   Hes as poor as a church mouse, high on the Meyers rum 
  Tuggin at his shirttail, jinglin his church key 
  Chewin on a toothpick, on another binge 
  Tramplin the rosebush, whistlin to himself 
  Now dont wake up the neighbors, spittin on the hinge
  Rattlin the milk bottles and trippin on a skate
   Hidin from the newsboy before its too late
  The screen doors open, dont 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 shes given him all the best years of her life 
  Hell tell her he was celebrating Savages divorce
   Played a hunch out at Yonkers, you can never trust a horse
   And thrown in jail, and swore hed never do these things again 
  Hes got an alibi, but never tells her where hes been
  Henry!
   Henry!