• Well I work up Sunday morning,
    With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt,
    And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
    So I had one more for dessert.
    Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
    And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
    An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
    An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

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