I'm moving slowly 'Cause I'm not feeling too good today What was I thinking Before I started drinking yesterday? Oh, what the hell? Tomorrow's only Sunday ♪ And tomorrow I'll be hanging with my head over a bucket There's always a good side to the bad So, I say fuck it I'll know for sure that I'm alive Though I'll wish that I was dead I'll throw up six or seven times Before I even get out of bed I'll throw up six or seven times Before I even get out of bed But tonight (tonight) I'll drown these sorrows And get punk fucking drunk