 Grabed my phone.
Rolled outta bed.
Went back through
All the texts I sent.
Half drunk beer
On my night stand,
And a red club stamp
On my right hand.
Tripped on my boots
Walkin' down the hall.
Chuggin' sink water.
Starin' at the wall.
Tryin' to put the pieces
Back together again.
Who did how,
What, where and when.
Oh, hell yeah.
My head hurts.
I got whiskey and lip gloss
On my new shirt.
All I know is, we went out
And done it up right.
I rode a bull,
Did a keg stand,
Shotgunned a beer can,
Jumped in and broke up a fight.
Now, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn what Friday night.
I think I left my debit
Card at the bar.
Think I took the kiss
A little too far.
Who's that sleepin'
On my couch?
I gotta whole lotta drunk drama
Left to sort out.
Oh, hell yeah.
My head hurts.
I got whiskey and lip gloss
On my new shirt.
All I know is, we went out
And done it up right.
I was on stage with the band,
Holdin' up my beer can.
Everyone was losin' their mind.
Now, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn what Friday night.
Oh.
Oh, hell yeah.
My head hurts.
Now, that I come to think about it
This ain't my shirt.
All I know is, I went out
And done it up right.
Got in a fight with my girlfriend,
Threw down my beer can,
And still had the time of my life.
Now, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn what Friday night.
Yeah, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn
What Friday night.
Man, what a Friday night.
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