I've cracked enough jokes   And I've smoked enough smokes   Now I'm feeling for the ropes   I hope no one took notes      My excesses are getting the better of me   I'm ready to go home   My excesses are getting the better of me   I'm ready to go home      I try not to notice that I've spilt my drink   As I slide towards the door   I start to think      My excesses are getting the better of me   I'm ready to go home   My excesses are getting the better of me   I'm ready to go home      I was lecturing the kitchen   'Til the icebox got bored   And where's Elea gone   I'm sure she got bored      My excesses are getting the better of me   I'm ready to go home   My excesses are getting the better of me   I'm ready to go home