Ac/dc

The bartender's working on a late night shift
Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids on a midnight drift.
And the dance band's playing the same old slam
I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine
I don't know what it is you're trying to prove
Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move
And i've got my reputation lying on the line
Come on baby, be a good dog and help the blind
Won't you carry me home
(like a truck, pick me up)
You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time and time again
My arms and legs are aching and my head's about to blow
And your back's been breakin' and i'd hate to spoil the show
But i've just spent next weeks wages and i'm right out of coin
But you want more and it's half past four and they want to close the joint