Help Me To The Door - Eva Dahlgren

Weel, the bartender’s cominng to throw

Us out from the place

We’ve got no choice

We’ve tasted his special four times and

Now we can’t

Leave without makin' a noise

We’re far away from home and all our

Money’s gone

We’re drowing our troubles in whisky

And Irish coffey

Oh will you please help me to the door

It’s time for us to leave

At nine everything’s allright I feel the sun

Shining on me

At midnight everything’s allright bet then

I see two suns shinin'

On me

Well I’m getting to warm I got to cool

Down my head

I want t ogo out but I’m staying instead

With a whisky

Oh will you please help me to the door

I think it’s time for us to leave

We can’t say no when those nice guys

Are comming to

Offer us something to drink

No we’re just too kind and sometimes

I wonder what my

Mother will think

We used to go out and take a Coke or two

But it’s much better t omix it with

Something stronger

So will you please help me to the door

I think it’s time for us to go