“Show me the way to go home…”
“…I’m tired and I wanna go to bed/I had a little drink about an hour ago/and it went right to my head…”
When I was kid, I heard this song and didn’t understand how a drink could “go to your head”.
As I remember it, my mom gave the garbled explanation that “why” question-weary parents often give their inquisitive children: “It’s just an old song… hmmmffmahhhmmfffgghh old song” At least that’s what my young brain remembered.
But now I do know what it means, and I feel the pain. It’s Friday. My head needs a drink, my body needs a beach, and I need a bower. It’s time to go home.