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By: jimmy buffett1975Chorus:My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus (oh my lordy it's that...)It's that kind of mornin'Really was that kind of nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday nightWent down to the snake pitTo drink a little beerListen to the jukeboxMerle was comin' in clearAll of a sudden I wad'n alonePickin' country music with ol' joe bonesDuval street was rockin'My eyes they starting poppin'Because there she sat at the corner of the barAs I broke another string on my ol' guitarSomeone call a cabLady won'tcha pay my tabChorus:And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus(oh my lordy it's that...)It's that kinda mornin'Really was that kinda nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday nightGotta get a little orange juiceAnd a darvon for my headI can't spend all dayBaby layin' in the bedI'm goin' down to fausto's get some chocolate milkCan't spend my life in yer sheets of silkI've got to find my wayCrawl out and greet the dayChorus:But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus(oh my lordy it's that...)It's that kinda mornin'Really was that kinda nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday nightLet me tell ya, I be roarin' friday nightI mean I'll beRoarin'FridayNight
By: jimmy buffett1975Chorus:My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus (oh my lordy it's that...)It's that kind of mornin'Really was that kind of nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday nightWent down to the snake pitTo drink a little beerListen to the jukeboxMerle was comin' in clearAll of a sudden I wad'n alonePickin' country music with ol' joe bonesDuval street was rockin'My eyes they starting poppin'Because there she sat at the corner of the barAs I broke another string on my ol' guitarSomeone call a cabLady won'tcha pay my tabChorus:And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus(oh my lordy it's that...)It's that kinda mornin'Really was that kinda nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday nightGotta get a little orange juiceAnd a darvon for my headI can't spend all dayBaby layin' in the bedI'm goin' down to fausto's get some chocolate milkCan't spend my life in yer sheets of silkI've got to find my wayCrawl out and greet the dayChorus:But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus(oh my lordy it's that...)It's that kinda mornin'Really was that kinda nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday nightLet me tell ya, I be roarin' friday nightI mean I'll beRoarin'FridayNight
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