Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye 

Because last night it felt like the best night of my life 

Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides 

And I don't understand why my brain wants to die 



I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered 

And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters 

I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast 

And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers 



It's the little things we do when you go out in the night 

And it's pay day today just for having a good time 

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive 

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time 



So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich 

But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language 

It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach" 

And I break on down and cry why do good time turn to bummers 



It's the little things we do when you go out in the night 

And it's pay day today just for having a good time 

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive 

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time