Morning After

Sun streams through the window, it’s another day
I lie in bed, nursing my hangover
Couldn’t stomach breakfast, I feel like throwing up
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
The switch to double Brandies was a big mistake
Now my mouth tastes like the bottom of a birdcage
It’s nature’s way of telling me that I had better stop
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after
Wake up, and face the morning after