Tom Waits — Mr. Henry

Mr. Henry staggers home when the evening's done 
He's as poor as a church mouse, high on the Meyer's rum
 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 bitchin' 
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 trust 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!"