Now I ain't one to fuss and moan
But I do get tired of sleeping on my own
I really want to ask you if it's not too much
Could you find it in your heart babe to come on home

Come on home
Don't wait for last call
Come on home
Tell the boys you had a ball and
Come on home
Take the quickest route you can and
Come and show your angel you're a home-loving man

Now I work early and you work late
Seems we've worked ourselves right in to a cruel twist of fate
I'm calling it a day when you're just starting to unwind
Now sugar I've got something better than a poolhall on my mind

Come on home
Don't wait for last call
Come on home
Tell the boys you had a ball and
Come on home
'Cause you know I've got plans
To make the most of the fact that you're a home-loving man

So just take some advice from this old girl
There's just two kinds of folks in this old world
There's folks out shooting pool
And then there's people like you
Who when they think about it babe
Got something better to do!

Come on home
Take the stairs two at a time
Come on home
Leave your working day behind and
Come on home
Just forget those party plans and
Come and show your angel you're a home-loving man