Hangover Mondays — текст песни (Brian Kirk And The Jirks)

My bedroom smells like stale beer and cold McDonalds
fries I woke up for my interview with mucus in my eyes
My morning pee reminds me of a sprinkler I once stole,
Do you know how hard it is to get 3 streams in I bowl
Chorus
Hangover Mondays- Tuesday looking great
Hangover-over Monday- I burped to taste the dinner fries I ate
My image in mirror keeps moving in frame
To the rhythmic pulsing pounding of the blood in my
brain It`s- hard-.Its hard to find my toothbrush since its use
the
night before It gathered up a -hairball I when I found
it on the floor Hangover Monday take a little Advil for
the head Hangover Monday this is what my mother
always said...
Your liver gonna kill you
your livers gonna kill you
just wait and see
So I`ll get another one like David Crosby
Hangover Monday`s and Mickey Mantle
Hangover Monday`s after all this
I`m sure a transplant I could handle
I unplugged the phone sometime around four
When my girlfriend called to yell at me about
my arm around a whore
I couldn`t recall this woman as I scratched my throbbing head
`Till I found her passed out naked on the floor besides my bed
Hangover Monday`s I woke her then I called a cab
Hangover Monday`s she told me that the sex was really bad