Lost Weekend

Well, I guess I had myself some fun last night
I don't remember a thing, but I'm trying with all my might
Well, my brain's a shameful blur
But one thing is for sure
I found myself another lost weekend

Well, my hands are sore, and there's lumps runnin' upside my head
Some teenage girl is sleeping in my bed
And if I don't lie down quick
I believe that I'll get sick
Repentance for another lost weekend

I wish somebody'd tell me
Just who and what I did
Why is this ring on my finger
And who's that screaming kid?

My phone is ringing, I hear I put on quite a show
And the more I learn, the less I wanna know
Well, I wanna dig a hole and die
But I couldn't, even if I tried
I found myself another lost weekend

Yeah, take it away, Joe

I wish somebody'd tell me
Just who and what I did
Why is this ring on my finger
And who's that screaming kid?

I'm praying to the porcelain god, and I'm down on my knees
Said I'll swear off, if you'll only help me, please
And if my guts are runnin' down the drain
I'll sling one last refrain
I'll never find another lost weekend

I'll never find another -
Lost weekend



Credits
Writer(s): Buddy Blue
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