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