Mr. Henry staggers home when the evening's done
 He's as poor as a church mouse, high on the [bad word] 
Tuggin' at his shirttail, jinglin' his church key 
Chewin' on a toothpick, on another binge 
Tramplin' the rosebush, whistlin' to himself 
Now don't wake up the neighbors, spittin' on the hinge
Rattlin' the milk bottles and trippin' on a skate
 Hidin' from the newsboy before it's too late

The screen door's open, don't make no noise in the kitchen 
Got no excuse for a cold gray wife that starts [bad word] #39;
 That the no good bum is at it again 
After she's given him all the best years of her life 
He'll tell her he was celebrating Savage's divorce
 Played a hunch out at Yonkers, you can never [bad word] a horse
 And thrown in jail, and swore he'd never do these things again 
He's got an alibi, but never tells her where he's been

"Henry!"
 "Henry!"