I've got a feeling Like last night wasn't such a good night ‘Cause my head really doesn't feel right And god dammit, the sun is too, too bright
My leg is bleeding And my clothes smell like they might ignite And I guess at some point I stole a kite And my girlfriend and I had a huge, huge fight
My brains on fire Drank way too much Swallow an Advil Then throw it up Can't find my cell phone Oh, there it is It's in the toaster 12 messages
I know you ignored my calls ‘Cause you made out with Karen Don't lie, Rachel saw I hate you, don't call me, you sad sack of shit By the way, to get even I showed Mike my tits (Shit, shit, shit, shit!)
So that was bad I messed up But Karen Patrick, damn that girl’s... hot! This must be her Well done monsieur Oh Karen Blatt? I'm gonna throw up again
I've got a feeling That today's gonna be a long day God, I wish Mickey D's had a buffet And I increasingly think I broke my leg
‘Cause I can't feel it And I vaguely remember a slight fray Holy crap, it's my mom. What do I say? ‘Cause I can't let her take my car away
Last night was fun (Drink!) I studied hard (Don't be a bitch!) I wrote an essay (College!) About the Bard (Shakespeare's gay!) Went to bed early (Beer run!) I'm eating right (This is so good!) Another call, Mom. I love you... too!
Hey pumpkin bear (‘Sup?) I messed up I drank tequila (What the hell?) It fucked me... up I love you Gina (Karen Blatt?) I made mistakes (Woo!) Wait, I did what? Now I remember again...
I caught Mike, threw a punch Thought that he dropped-drop-drop-drop He got up, grabbed a bat Too drunk to block-block-block-block Hit my leg, really hard Blacked out from shock-shock-shock Woke up here, so now I know Let's start from the top
I've got a feeling That last night was a freaking great night That I got in a really sweet fight And above all I now own an awesome kite