I wake up in the morning
I'm feeling slightly rough
I can't shake this headache
I think i've had enough
I think i've had enough
I pop a few parrys
Head out for some brunch
Look down at the time
Shit it's f*cking lunch
Shit it's f*cking lunch
The caff is full
I can't believe my luck
What do i do
Now i can't get my grub
I can't get my grub
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
I'm getting a beer
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
I'm getting a beer
Now i'm heading down to Albos
I've got my pac a mac
The clouds are looming
I hear the thunder clap
I f*cking hate the rain
Cold, wet and hungry
That's the dossers lot
My usual routine
Doesn't mean a lot
It doesn't mean a lot
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
I'm getting a beer
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
I'm getting a beer
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
I'm getting a beer
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
F*ck it
I'm getting a beer
I can't play guitar
I can't play drums
All i do is sit about
And twiddle with my thumbs