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Sitting at the terminal bar, wasting my spare change
Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston
Fly me 33, 000 feet up above the problems
Drinking bloody maries in an isle seat
With the rest of the late night zombies, singing:
Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can do
Somewhere on the highway between Hamburg and Cologne
windshield whipers making time with the radio
There ain't nothing more in this world that I could ever need
You just leave last night behind you
And you raise your voice and sing:
Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can do
Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can do
- Album:
- Basement Style
- More Late Night Transmissions With...
- First Beer Of A New Day
- Miscellaneous
- Ox-Compilation #103
- New International Sound of Hedonism
- Badassed Records Compilation No. 1
- Badassed Records Compilation No.2 - Swamped & Sunken
- Here Come the Drums
- The New International Sound of Hedonism
- No No Song
- No No Song EP
- Mash It Up 2000
- Still Standing: A North American Ska Uprising
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, September 2001
- More Late Night Transmission With
- Ox-Compilation #79
- WBCN Game Recognize Game
- A Good Day for the Damned