My bedroom smells like stale beer and cold McDonaldsfries I woke up for my interview with mucus in my eyesMy morning pee reminds me of a sprinkler I once stole,Do you know how hard it is to get 3 streams in I bowlChorusHangover Mondays- Tuesday looking greatHangover-over Monday- I burped to taste the dinner fries I ateMy image in mirror keeps moving in frameTo the rhythmic pulsing pounding of the blood in mybrain It's- hard-.Its hard to find my toothbrush since its usethenight before It gathered up a -hairball I when I foundit on the floor Hangover Monday take a little Advil forthe head Hangover Monday this is what my motheralways said...Your liver gonna kill youyour livers gonna kill youjust wait and seeSo I'll get another one like David CrosbyHangover Monday's and Mickey MantleHangover Monday's after all thisI'm sure a transplant I could handleI unplugged the phone sometime around fourWhen my girlfriend called to yell at me aboutmy arm around a whoreI couldn't recall this woman as I scratched my throbbing head'Till I found her passed out naked on the floor besides my bedHangover Monday's I woke her then I called a cabHangover Monday's she told me that the sex was really bad