| Oh dear, I’ve been sick in the sink
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| You know that phrase is later than you think
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| Well, it’s later than that! |
| I must’ve fell on the cat
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| Laid down, face down on the welcome-mat
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| Unwelcome monkeys in my head with hammers
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| So hungover, I’d prefer them to sammer
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| Dogs look at me and say I look rough
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| Voice like a lumberjack ever so gruff
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| Lupi is a groupie, there was never enough
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| And now one whiff is already to much
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| I can’t face the public
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| The mirror is my enemy
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| Seeking every remedy
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| … had my tea
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| Send myself to bed undreadful
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| Yes, I’m quite a mess indeed
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| All my friends have left me
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| All I’ve left, a fuzzy memory
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| Skibadip, bididup
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| Skidilibab, dudi
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| How am I to get home?
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| Had a little too much whoopi soup
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| All I meant to take was one
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| Oh! |
| Now my head is going loopi-loop
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| Some stout a kid one bun, oh!
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| One, two, three four
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| One, two, three (three), four
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| Son, two, three, four
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| One, two, three
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| There’s a horse in the hallway
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| The westwing’s still on fire
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| That weird smell’s been there all day
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| Someone I know is a liar
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| They said a drink wouldn’t hurt
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| But my mouth’s full of dirt
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| The emergency services are on alert
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| Someone stole my curtains and they’ve gone beserk
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| Turned them into togas and gone to work
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| The kitchen is disgusting
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| Toilet’s probably plastered
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| Don’t know why I do this
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| I’d only just dusted
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| I need bacon, sedatives, heavy medication
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| A new liver delivered and a year of medication
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| Aching, heaving, last guest leaving
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| I have to get it all ready for the next set this evening
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| (Quickly!)
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| (They could be here any minute)
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| Skibadip, bididup
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| Skidilibab, dudi
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| How am I to get home?
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| Had a little too much whoopi soup
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| All I meant to take was one
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| Oh! |
| Now my head is going loopi-loop
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| Some spout a kid one bun, oh! |