Several beers I had last night
and woke this mornin feelin shite,
Never thought that I`d be bad
and miss the match I feel so sad.
Could not raise my head from pillow
my body limp like a weeping willow,
Give my ticket to a girl down the street
thank god we didn`t get beat.
At 1 o’clock I came down stairs
got on my knees and said my prayers,
Almighty god please clear my head
or else I`ll have to go back to bed.
This was one of my worst hang overs
I’ve missed the game with Blackburn Rovers,
So annoyed from my evenings fling
I had to settle for the next best thing.
I tuned the radio to football chat
the commentary was on so I`ll go for that,
Still so rough from nasty beer
laying on the bed wishing I wer`nt here.
At the end of the game my heads still spinning
so annoyed about not winning,
Another game at Ewood Park
over the moors in the murky dark,
I’ve just been asked do I want a can
I`m now no longer a real beer fan,
A cup of coffee or a cup of tea
whilst feeling like this that’s all from me.