The Hangover Song - Slim Dusty

When you wake up in the morning of the night before

And there’s someone knocking' on your front door

And you haven’t got a drink and you’re sick to the core

You’ve got what they call a hangover

Well your head is splitting and your stomachs in pain

And you tremble when you hear that knock again

And you’re certain that the knocker is the law that’s plain

Oh you think the worst with a hangover

Well you try to think back on the night before

You’ve got a vague recollection but you’re not too sure

You were out with a woman it’s her husband for sure

It’s a dreadful thing a hangover

Oh you drove home drunk but you think you were right

But you seem to recall going through red lights

It’s the law at the door and he’s got you in his sights

It all looks bad with a hangover

Oh you look into the mirror and you’ve got a black eye

And there’s blood on your shirt from the other guy

Must be him at the door I wish I could die

Would be better than this hangover

Well you pluck up courage and you open up the door

Expecting a punch or a bluey from the law

Or a jealous husband with a gun in his paw

At least it would end this hangover

Well strike me pink you near drop dead

Why it’s Don and Bert and Stan and Ned

With a carton of coldies for your aching head

Medicine for a hangover

Well you start to recover and get a couple down

You think things over oh weren’t you a clown

To worry if the law or a husband came round

Ohhh it must have been a bad hangover

So you all head off to the local once more

And you’re a little self conscious as you walk through the door

But at closing time you’re as bad as before

And you’re in for another hangover

Oh show me the way to go home cause you’re in for another hangover