Tytuł: When the hangover strikes

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When the hangover strikes
   And I open my post
   And the coffee is on
   And I'm burning my toast
   I let the battle commence
   I see a sun in the trees
   And a draught at the door
   With my head in my lap
   There's a day to explore
   But I'm left without sense
   As the hangover strikes
   And I turn on the tap
   But the water's too loud
   And I'm caged by the fact
   That the battle's not lost
   Is it the hair of the dog
   Or the Baa of a Lamb
   In a sheepish attempt
   To be half of the man
   That I might be or was
  
   When the hangover strikes
   And a mirror reveals
   That it's Midnight or bust
   And a drink does appeal
   Now the battle is won
   So the cure of the can
   Pours its heart out on me
   Though I'm feeling locked up
   But I can't find the key
   Well no damage was done
  
   Poor poor poor, poor shaken one
   Pour pour pour, pour me another one