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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
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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
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