the zutons
it's the little things we do
Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye  Because last night it felt like the best night of my life  Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides  And I don't understand why my brain wants to die   I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered  And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters  I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast  And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers   It's the little things we do when you go out in the night  And it's pay day today just for having a good time  As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive  Why do I feel like death just for having a good time   So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich  But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language  It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach"  And I break on down and cry why do good time turn to bummers   It's the little things we do when you go out in the night  And it's pay day today just for having a good time  As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive  Why do I feel like death just for having a good time