The Banging In Your Head

Have you ever laid in bed with the banging in your head
That you just can't bare
You can't stop that ceiling going round up there
So you stumble to the sink
Cause your dying for a drink
And bang your leg on a chair
You want to make a cup of tea but the tea pot can't be found

So you stumble back to bed with the banging in your head
And you can't lay down
You wish they'd never had brought that homemade cider round
Oh your eyes are hanging out
And the pattern moves about on the eiderdown
Oh the carpets on the floor but the skirting board's up in the air

And you say it's gonna stop (And you say it's gonna stop)
Never touch another drop (never touch another drop)
And you think they don't think (An you think they don't think)
Never have another drink (Never have another drink)

Then you wake up in the morning
And you wish you'd never gone in the pub last night
Alarm bells clanging and your head still banging with all its might
Then your mate comes and knocks
Shouting through the letter box
"You coming out for a pint?"
So you stumble out of bed before you know it you've done it again

Have you ever laid in bed with the banging in your head
That you just can't bare
You can't stop that ceiling going round up there
So you stumble to the sink
Cause your dying for a drink
And bang your leg on a chair
You want to make a cup of tea but the tea pot can't be found