Have you ever got up in a morning

When nothing is turning out right

Your mind is all muddled and hazy

Due to the drinking last night.

 

Unintended you had one too many

You only turned out for a few

But then you got drawn in a kitty

The pints started forming a queue

 

Have you ever got up in a morning?

When your tongue is all furry and pink

And the only thing you remember

Is shouting for Hughie in t’ sink

 

You step with one foot on the carpet

You just want to stand there and cry

You want to make a decision

Whether to live or to die.

 

When you wake up like this in a morning

To non-drinkers you have the last say

For when they get up in a morning

That’s the best that they’re feeling all day