Sunday Morning

Well I rise from the dead about twenty past eight Like the vampire rock star of yesterday And I think I might die if don't find my shades That's because I'm living in this summer haze Now the crew's all up at the house on the lake And we're all stocked up so don't be late But don't be coming round here if you're gonna want to behave Because this is where the misfits spend their days We got two turntables and I'm running it Got my head up in the clouds and I'm loving it Sunday morning, I think I'll go get high with my friends And in the evening, we'll be ready to start drinking again And we're just chillin' so pass that shit around again And make a toast, make a toast that this summer will never end We're old enough to know better, too young to care So pour up the captain, break out the sugar bear Sunscreen and cigarettes fill the air And baby we can make it the coat room upstairs Come one, come all, just come prepared Because these are the stories you'll be telling for years Yeah, there's no house party like the party that's here It's a blister in July and we've got the cure For the ladies and gents, the young and reckless The sofa surfing cats and the shit-housed and helpless Sunday morning, I think I'll go get high with my friends And in the evening, we'll be ready to start drinking again And we're just chillin' so pass that shit around again And make a toast, make a toast that this summer will never end So make a toast, make a toast Make a toast, make a toast Make a toast, make a toast Make a toast, make a toast To anyone who spent the night in a bathtub Or crashed on the floor or tried to fight a door For the keys that you lost doing the robot For the too drunk to f*ck and the body shots For the one-night stands and the two that got away For the hair of the dog and the price we pay