My friend at the party said,
That I must be crazy in the head,
Because of all the stuff I drank,
And I'll only have myself to thank,
To the bathroom I must run,
But my legs wobble and weigh a ton,
The taxi I took home, felt like such a long ride,
That I could have puked or just died,
Then I had to contrive a plan to explain,
To my parents why I feel this pain,
They thought my explanation was true,
So I took that as my cue,
To go to my bedroom,
And contemplate my doom,
The next I had a hangover,
At that moment I knew I should have stayed sober,
Eventually my parents found out what I had to drink,
And I'm grounded for the rest of my life, I think!!!
Copyright 2001
