Lyrics by Matt Carberry
(Parody of "Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morrisette)

I had no choice, but to be there
You invited me, time and again
So I came on down
You filled me up with your best scotch
I'm not used to that kind of liquor
I also had vodka

You've already got me real drunk, in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I puke, on your nice rug
And don't be suprised if I call you a big fat hairy jerk
I couldn't help it, it's all your fault

This beer is thick, and it's followed me home
You got me more stoned, than I've ever been before
I cannot walk straight


You are the bearer of rum and whiskey and wine
You seem to think killing me is fine
I've got to agree

(Harmonica part)

Now you expect me to go out and drive
But my B. A. C. is more than point two five
Just let me crash here
When this wears off, I may forgive you
But until then I'll feel like toxic goo
It's a hangover
Yes, a hangover


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