When you wake up in the morning of the night before And there's someone knocking on your front doorAnd you haven't got a drink and you're sick to the core You've got what they call a hangoverWell your head is splitting and your stomach's in pain And you tremble when you hear that knock againAnd you're certain that the knocker is the law that's plainOh you think the worst with a hangover Well you try to think back on the night beforeYou have a vague recollection but you're not too sureYou were out with a woman it's a husband for sure It's a dreadful thing a hangoverMmmOh you drove home drunk but you're not too sureDid you think you were rightBut you seem to recall going through red lightsIt's the law at the door and he's got you in his sightsIt all looks bad with a hangoverOh you look into the mirror and you've got a black eyeAnd there's blood on your shirt from the other guyMust be him at the door, I wish I could dieWould be better than this hangoverWell you pluck up courage and you open up the doorExpecting a punch or a bluey from the lawOr a jealous husband with a gun in his pawAt least it would end this hangoverMmmWell strike me pink you near drop deadWhy it's Don and Bert and Stan and NedWith a carton of coldies for your aching headMmmMedicine for a hangoverWell you start to recover when you get a couple downYou think things over, oh weren't you a clownTo worry if the law or a husband came roundOh it must have been a bad hangoverSo you all head off to the local once moreAnd you're a little self-conscious as you walk through the doorBut at closing time you're as bad as you areBad as beforeAnd you're in for another hangoverOh show me the way to go homeCause you're in for another hangover