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 fucking lunch Shit it's fucking 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 Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it I'm getting a beer Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck 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 fucking 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 Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it I'm getting a beer Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it I'm getting a beer Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it I'm getting a beer Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck 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