Morning After - Buzzcocks

Sun streams through the window, it’s another day

I lie in bed, nursing my hangover

Couldn’t stomach breakfast, I feel like throwing up

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

The switch to double Brandies was a big mistake

Now my mouth tastes like the bottom of a birdcage

It’s nature’s way of telling me that I had better stop

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after

Wake up, and face the morning after