Sorry for finishing back to front last night
My head in my arse and my arse in a daze
Guys, sorry for yesterday
Sorry for ending up topsy-turvy last night
I swear tomorrow I’ll go on the wagon, last night was the last
Should have hand-hand-handled the night better, man
Stop boozing, you’re getting terminal
So here I am all set for new resolutions
A saintly soul in a super champ bod
So here I am ready, glued to the telly, veg soup and bowl of tea
And [for fuck's sake] leave me alone
If one has to feel that bad on the morrow
It’s cozy here on the settee, on the settee
What’s the point of warring it out
Never again, I swear, never again like yesterday
Hey, Mali! Hey ho! Hey ho! What’s the idea with that glass of water, you shmuck?
It’s Titi’s birthday, let’s go and put one down the hatch
Hey ho! Hey ho! Come on Mali, Mali, shift your arse
You promised Titi, you can’t renege
And sorry for tonight if I end up inside out
Mali, let’s meet at the bar, Titi’s celebrating his birthday
And sorry for tonight if I end up all mixed up
After that one I give up, lemme have that last shot
Should have hand-hand-handled the night better, man
Stop boozing, you’re getting terminal
Should have hand-hand-handled the night better, man
Stop boozing, you’re getting terminal