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Hangover Lyrics by Montana Tim
Montana Tim Lyrics
After workin' my fingers to the bone
Bustin' them stones, ain't no way that I'm going home
And there's a waterin' hole right down the road
A little sip of something gonna soothe my soul
So if the boss man calls bustin' my balls
Thinkin' that he'll see me in my overalls
I got news for the man, change of plans
The only think I'm doing right now
Is workin' on a hangover
Tomorrow's gonna suck but tonight is better than bein' sober
Gonna paint the town, gonna let my hair down tonight as we get right
There ain't no need to fight it when we're workin' on a hangover
When that alarm clock sounds head's gonna bounce
Tryin' to remember what the hell went down
What's your name, how'd you get here
How about we just grab one more beer...
I've got a great hangover cure drink. It's called the Bin Laden... three shots and a splash
And get to workin' on a hangover
Tomorrow's gonna suck but tonight is better than bein' sober
Gonna paint the town, gonna let my hair down tonight as we get right
There ain't no need to fight it when we're workin' on a hangover
Let's get to workin' on a hangover
Tomorrow's gonna suck but tonight is better than bein' sober
Gonna paint the town, gonna let my hair down tonight as we get right
There ain't no need to fight it when we're workin' on a hangover
Hangover
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