Текст песни Squeeze - When The Hangover Strikes
Squeeze - When The Hangover Strikes слова песни
(difford/tilbrook)When the hangover strikesAnd I open my postAnd the coffee is onAnd Im burning my toastI let the battle commenceI see a sun in the treesAnd a draught at the doorWith my head in my lapTheres a day to exploreBut Im left without senseAs the hangover strikesAnd I turn on the tapBut the waters too loudAnd Im caged by the factThat the battles not lostIs it the hair of the dogOr the baa of a lambIn a sheepish attemptTo be half of the manThat I might be or wasWhen the hangover strikesAnd a mirror revealsThat its midnight or bustAnd a drink does appealNow the battle is wonSo the cure of the canPours its heart out on meThough Im feeling locked upBut I cant find the keyWell no damage was donePoor poor poor, poor shaken onePour pour pour, pour me another one