
Date of issue: 14.11.2001
Song language: English
Sunday Morning After |
I woke up with a killer hangover |
Hope it was worth all this pain |
(I'd do it all over again) |
By the time the party was over |
Tequila was my claim to fame |
(I couldn’t remember my name) |
I was dancing with Jake when I last saw my keys |
That was my first mistake |
'Cause, what happened to me? |
I look down at my arm, baby |
And something’s lookin' back at me |
And I cannot believe it |
Oh my God!-- I woke up with a snake tattoo |
Oh my God!-- and I think that my tongue’s pierced, too |
Oh my God!-- Oh my God! |
It’s the sunday morning after |
And baby, who the hell are you? |
I remember yelling, «Hey, DJ!» |
«Jack the volume, I love this song!» |
(And then it all gets hazy) |
And my clothes are selling on e-bay (clickclick) |
And I don’t know what I’m gonna put on |
(Where were my friends to save me?) |
I blacked out I came to |
And it’s all such a blur |
Had a blast, I assume |
But I’m really not sure |
Exactly where am I now, baby? |
Wake up and tell me your name (Excuse Me?) |
'Cause this is insane |
Oh my God! |
Oh my God! |
Oh my God! |
Oh my God! |
My alter ego took over and took me on a fantasy ride |
You can take me anywhere twice |
But the second time will be to apologize |
Where am I???, What am I???, Who am I???, How am I??? |
How did I… |