Who's Gonna Take Me Home (The Rise And Fall Of A Buddin Lyrics

(R. Stewart, K. Savigar, J. Davis)
Well I arrived on time
My courduroy suit and me bottle of wine
There were women wall to wall
It's Saturday night and I wanted them all
everyone

Sidled up for a dance
I tried a new step and fell in the plants
I told a joke, about the Pope
It wasn't as funny as I would've hoped

Nobody told me she was the daughter
of the mayor
I was so embarrassed, I just wished the
ground would swallow me up
Accidentally my elbow hit the record player
The rock 'n' roll stopped
and everybody just stared
(oh no)

Who's gonna take me home
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed
Who's gonna take me home
This party's gone right to my head

I didn't worry, not me
Panic ain't in my vocabulary
Smashed beyond reproach
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All hell broke loose
I started to take off my trousers and shoes
And so I tried to look cool
I stepped back and fell in the pool

The hostess helped me out
and asked for my dismissal
I said I was sorry, but I've been
under so much pressure
just lately, baby
I felt as popular as a Russian guided missile
The last thing I remember, I left with a girl
on a motor bike
That weighed three hundred pounds and
what's wrong with that

Who's gonna take me home
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed
Who's gonna take me home
This party's gone right to my head
to my head

I woke up on the floor
Still in my suit and she told me I snored
I never felt so cheap
I had a good laugh at the size of her feet

Holy Moses, I don't like t