I'm moving slowly 

'cause I'm not feeling to good today 

What was I thinking 

before I started drinking yesterday 

Oh what the hell tomorrow's only Sunday 

Tomorrow I'll be hanging with my head over a bucket 

There's always a good side to the bad 

So I say fuck it 

I'll know for sure that I'm alive 

Thought I'll wish that I was dead

I'll throw up six or seven times 

Before I even get out of bed

I'll throw up six or seven times 

Before I even get out of bed 

But tonight 

I'll drown these sorrows 

And get Punk Fucking Drunk