There's too much lipstick on my collar
I'm spent down to my last whole dollar
Too late now to gripe and holler
'Cause I can't go home like this

My tongue gets so heavy when I try to talk
My legs turn to jelly when I try to walk
It's closing time but I'll have to balk
I just can't go home like this

Well my baby told me when I left home
She said I'll give you your last warning
You better be home by a quarter to eight
And I don't mean tomorrow morning

My eyes are red my head's in a spin
Look what an awful shape I'm in
I done slipped up and I've done it again
I can't go home like this

Well my baby told me when I left home
She said I'll give you your last warning
You better be home by a quarter to eight
And I don't mean tomorrow morning

Well my eyes are red my head is in a spin
Look what an awful shape I'm in
I done slipped up and I've done it again
I can't go home like this

I'm as loose as a goose and high as a kite
Ain't it a shame ain't I a sight
I guess I'll have to sleep in the attic tonight
'Cause I can't go home like this

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Nellie Wallace Boles, Phil D. Wallace