Very similar to the versions I learned back in the '60s Indicate the route to my habitual abode. I'm fatigued and I wish to retire. I imbibed some liquid refreshment 30 minutes ago And it's permeated my cranium. Irrespective of where I perambulate On terra firma, ocean or atmospheric pressure You will constantly hear me crooning this melody Indicate the route to my habitual abode. And Show me the way to go home I'm a bird on Blackpool Beach I lost my bikini half an hour ago And it's floated out of reach All I'm wearing now Is seaweed, sand and foam So hand me a copy of the News of the world And show me the way to go home.
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