"I Do My Swingin' At Home" lyrics

Nobody loves a drink any more than me
I might buy a round or two or three
I've been known to stumble as I hit the floor
But I'm never too drunk to make it to the door
Red wine can start my head swimming
But I draw the line when it comes to women
I never met a woman that could make me roam
And I do my swinging at home

She gives me more love, better love
Sweet love, true love
And that's where I belong
I might do a lot of talking
But soon you'll see me walking
'Cause I do my swinging at home

She gives me more love, better love
Sweet love, true love
And that's where I belong
I might do a lot of talking
But soon you'll see me walking
I do a lot of swinging
A lot of love song singing
But I do my swinging at home