Show me the way to go home;
I’m tired and I wanna go to bed.
I had another drink about an hour ago,
and it went right to my head.
Wherever I may roam,
o’er land, or sea, or foam,
You can always hear me singin’ this song:
Show me the way to go home.
Now Great Whites are sighted along the coast.
The Rats in Sacramento are a bunch of idiots, what did they think would happen?