Hung Over

(S. Walker)
Woke up this mornin' next to the latrine
The contents of my head feelin' mighty lean
A synapse every hour, not so peachy keen
I think I spent the night drinking Mr Sheen

I'm hung over
I got a Persian rug tongue
I'm hung over
I got a collapsed lung
I did a dance around a keg
And now I'm feelin' like a smeg
I'm hung over

I wonder what it was that made me stay all night
A sense of party duty or a lack of foresight
Got a crow bar in my head
That someone's twistin' round
And a really aggravatin' kind of thumpin' sound

I'm hung over
This ain't no life to lead
Hung over, I think my brain's begun to bleed
I got an ashtray in my mouth
And a battleship down south
I'm hung over

I don't know what it is that makes me drink like a fish
It goes beyond a thirst, it's like a drinkin' death wish
If it's liquid in a glass then babe it goes down the well
Look out world it's the throat from hell

I'm hung over
I got a Persian rug tongue
I'm hung over
I got a collapsed lung
I did a dance around a keg
And now I'm feelin' like a smeg
I'm hung over

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