My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink And I Don't Love

My head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus.

It's that kind of mornin',

really was that kind of night.

Tryin' to tell myself that my

condition is improvin' and if I don't

die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.

Went down to the snake pit,

to drink a little beer.

Listened to the juke box,

oh, it's comin' in clear.

All of a sudden I wasn't alone

pickin' country music with old Joe Bones.

Duval Street was rockin',

my eyes they started poppin'!

Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,

as I broke another string on my old guitar.

Someone call a cab.

Lady won't you pay my tab?

(First Verse)

Got to get a little orange juice,

And a Darvon for my head.

I can't spend all day,

Baby, layin' in bed.

I'm goin' down to Fausto's

to get some chocolate milk.

Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk

I've got to find my way

Crawl out and greet the day.

(Repeat First Verse)