Baby, what we drink last night?
It didn't get us to nowhere.
I've thought of everything I possibly can.
I still don't know how we got here.

Baby, you can cry all night.
But that'll never cure the pain that I feel.
The snow is really piling up outside.
I wish I knew how to get home from here.

They poured the beer until the bar ran out.
I thought that's how they show how much they care.
I sang the songs, well, not a "sing," a "shout."
The beer was cold, I drank so long
I'm crying alcohol instead of tears!

And all I can do
is keep on asking you,
"Who are you?"
(Who are you?)
"Slept with you?"
(Slept with you?)
But there ain't no way
I'm in condition to keep you.
I feel so bad.
(Feel... so... bad... with)
With Hangover Post-Saint Pat.

I feel... so... bad...
(Feel... so... bad... with)
With Hangover Post-Saint Pat.

You'll never feel like gold with "Sex On the Beach."
You'll never stay too long, get tossed out on the street.
I know I'm looking for a hottie in a Irish-type pub.
But there ain't no Zeta-Jones
lying in that bed, and I guess
ay, there's the rub!

I can't lie!
I can't function with this headache I've got!
No matter how I try
I'll never be able
to give you lovin'
'cause now I barf right into that pot!

Well, there's only one girl that I will ever love
and that was about ten drinks ago.
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
I sure forgot her name...
I just don't know.

Well, I remember how I raised a toast to that girl last night.
I hoped that she would take me to bed.
And now I'm pleading and I'm begging and I'll even implore:
Tell me, are you the same girl today?

But you keep on asking me
you keep on asking me
you keep! on! asking me!
"Who are you?"
(Who are you?)
"Slept with you?"
(Slept with you?)
But there ain't no way
I'm in condition to keep you.
I feel so bad.
(Feel... so... bad... with)
With Hangover Post-Saint Pat.

"Who are you?"
(Who are you?)
"Slept with you?"
(Slept with you?)
But there ain't no way
I'm in condition to keep you.
I feel so bad.
(Feel... so... bad... with)
With Hangover Post-Saint Pat.

I feel so bad.
(Feel... so... bad... with)
With Hangover Post-Saint...

Babe, now I recall last night...

I think I wanted your sister.