Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink And I Don't Love Jesus, artist - Jimmy Buffett. Album song Havana Daydreamin', in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1975
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink And I Don't Love Jesus |
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don’t love Jesus. |
It’s that kind of mornin', |
really was that kind of night. |
Tryin' to tell myself that my |
condition is improvin' and if I don’t |
die by Thursday I’ll be roarin' Friday night. |
Went down to the snake pit, |
to drink a little beer. |
Listened to the juke box, |
oh, it’s comin' in clear. |
All of a sudden I wasn’t alone |
pickin' country music with old Joe Bones. |
Duval Street was rockin', |
my eyes they started poppin'! |
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar, |
as I broke another string on my old guitar. |
Someone call a cab. |
Lady won’t you pay my tab? |
Got to get a little orange juice, |
And a Darvon for my head. |
I can’t spend all day, |
Baby, layin' in bed. |
I’m goin' down to Fausto’s |
to get some chocolate milk. |
Can’t spend my life in your sheets of silk |
I’ve got to find my way |
Crawl out and greet the day. |