When the Hangover Strikes

When the hangover strikes

And I open my post and the coffee is on

And I'm burning my toast, I let the battle commence

I see a sun in the trees and a draught at the door

With my head in my lap, there's a day to explore

But I'm left without sense

As the hangover strikes

And I turn on the tap but the water's too loud

And I'm caged by the fact, that the battle's not lost

Is it the hair of the dog or the baa of a lamb

In a sheepish attempt to be half of the man

That I might be or was

Pour pour pour, shaken one

Pour pour, pour me another one, another one

When the hangover strikes

And a mirror reveals, that it's midnight or bust

And a drink does appeal, now the battle is won

So the cure of the can, pours its heart out to me

Though I'm feeling locked up but I can't find the key

Well no damage was done

Pour pour pour, shaken one

Pour pour, pour me another one, another one

Damage was done