65
(M/T: Muff Potter)
I'm waking up from a buzz that hurts my ears,
seems like I've been partying the last 200 years.
My head feels like Mike Tyson used it for a punching ball,
and the chances I'll get out of bed alive are fairly small.
Seems like a perfect day
to change my way of life,
and so I turn around and I go back to sleep.
It's almost 12 o'clock but I just close my eyes,
and once again I'm off to dreamland counting sheep.<
Give me 65 good reasons,
65 good reasons.
I want 65 good reasons to get up.
Give me 65 good reasons,
65 good reasons.
I want 65 good reasons to get up,
to get up.
But, oh the sun is
shining setting fire to my bed
and I'm so doggone tired wish I were dead.
Sudden noises interrupt my lullaby.
My neighbour just decided to test her new hi-fi.
And all I wanted was to
get myself some sleep,
but, oh that creep brings up the volume more and more and more and more and more.
Must have been expensive it's ridiculously loud,
so I pick up an axe and I'm heading for her door.
65 good reasons,
65 good reasons,
give me 65 good reasons to get up.
I want 65 good reasons,
65 good reasons,
Baby, 65 good reasons to get up.
65
65
65
65
(vom Album "King Who?")