Whos Gonna Take Me Home
(the rise and fall of a budding gigolo)
(r. stewart, k. savigar, j. davis)
Well I arrived on time
My courduroy suit and me bottle of wine
There were women wall to wall
Its saturday night and I wanted them all
Everyone
Sidled up for a dance
I tried a new step and fell in the plants
I told a joke, about the pope
It wasnt as funny as I wouldve hoped
Nobody told me she was the daughter
Of the mayor
I was so embarrassed, I just wished the
Ground would swallow me up
Accidentally my elbow hit the record player
The rock n roll stopped
And everybody just stared
(oh no)
Whos gonna take me home
Im tired and I wanna go to bed
Whos gonna take me home
This partys gone right to my head
I didnt worry, not me
Panic aint in my vocabulary
Smashed beyond reproach
Suddenly I wanted to take off my clothes
All hell broke loose
I started to take off my trousers and shoes
And so I tried to look cool
I stepped back and fell in the pool
The hostess helped me out
And asked for my dismissal
I said I was sorry, but Ive been
Under so much pressure
Just lately, baby
I felt as popular as a russian guided missile
The last thing I remember, I left with a girl
On a motor bike
That weighed three hundred pounds and
Whats wrong with that
Whos gonna take me home
Im tired and I wanna go to bed
Whos gonna take me home
This partys gone right to my head
To my head
I woke up on the floor
Still in my suit and she told me I snored
I never felt so cheap
I had a good laugh at the size of her feet
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song performed by Rod Stewart
Added by Lucian Velea
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