The Wages of Gin (feat. Tom Caruana)

Oh dear, I've been sick in the sink You know that phrase is later than you think Well, it's later than that! I must've fell on the cat Laid down, face down on the welcome-mat Unwelcome monkeys in my head with hammers So hungover, I'd prefer them to sammer Dogs look at me and say I look rough Voice like a lumberjack ever so gruff Lupi is a groupie, there was never enough And now one whiff is already to much I can't face the public The mirror is my enemy Seeking every remedy ... had my tea Send myself to bed undreadful Yes, I'm quite a mess indeed All my friends have left me All I've left, a fuzzy memory Skibadip, bididup Skidilibab, dudi How am I to get home? Had a little too much whoopi soup All I meant to take was one Oh! Now my head is going loopi-loop Some stout a kid one bun, oh! One, two, three four One, two, three (three), four Son, two, three, four One, two, three There's a horse in the hallway The westwing's still on fire That weird smell's been there all day Someone I know is a liar They said a drink wouldn't hurt But my mouth's full of dirt The emergency services are on alert Someone stole my curtains and they've gone beserk Turned them into togas and gone to work The kitchen is disgusting Toilet's probably plastered Don't know why I do this I'd only just dusted I need bacon, sedatives, heavy medication A new liver delivered and a year of medication Aching, heaving, last guest leaving I have to get it all ready for the next set this evening (Quickly!) (They could be here any minute) Skibadip, bididup Skidilibab, dudi How am I to get home? Had a little too much whoopi soup All I meant to take was one Oh! Now my head is going loopi-loop Some spout a kid one bun, oh!