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.