Friday Night br The bottom of the bottle in Sight br One, two, three in the Morning br Stomach grumbles without any Warning br br Brain, belly and walls all Spinning br No way, could I go through another Inning br Four hours Sleep br Clutched in a Heap br br The birds start to Sing br 'Got to get out of Bed' br But there's still a Swing br Inside my head br br Finally drag myself out the Sack br Really feeling totally out of Wack br Head say's go back to bed it's all Over br But ya you know the Drill br I'm really Hung Overbr br David Darbyshirebr br