[Verse 1] Woke up on the floor with a shoe in my hand Don’t know whose it is — or where I even am My head’s like a drum and my tongue’s made of dust And my pants are still dancing… that’s just unjust [Chorus] I got the hangover breakfast blues With a side of shame and last night’s booze The coffee’s cold, the toast is burnt My dignity’s gone, but at least I’ve learned... Not a damn thing at all [Verse 2] My phone’s got pictures of strangers and chairs Someone drew a moustache — was that me or a bear? There’s glitter in places I won’t discuss And a note on the fridge: “You owe us the bus.” [Chorus] I got the hangover breakfast blues Wearing socks I don’t think I even choose There’s a cactus in the bathtub, what the hell? And I think I proposed… to someone named Mel? [Bridge – slurred and slow] Oh tequila, my cruel little friend You promised joy and brought this end My liver’s weak, my pride is worse This song’s my Sunday morning curse [Final Chorus] I got the hangover breakfast blues My brain’s on strike, my soul’s confused But give me eggs, and give me time… I’ll be drunk again by half-past nine!
