I went down to the local with a mate or two,
last orders at 11, so we joined the clubbing queue.
We met some lasses had a laff starting feeling pissed,
half an hour later, at least 3 girls I've kissed.
I don't know where they've gone tho, and now I'm feeling wrecked,
I'm regretting my last pint or two, and the shots I've necked.
I woke up the next morning and i felt a state,
I wanted to go back to bed, I stayed out way too late.
then I rolled over and I got quite a fright
"Who the hell are you? have you been here overnight?!?!?!"