Thursday, January 6, 2011

Where my Parents Live in New Zealand, or the Ceiling of my Bedroom Repaired.


Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go
  to bed
I had a little drink about
  an hour ago
And it went right to my head





Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me
 singing this song
Show me the way to go home
—Irving King

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