Sunday Morning
Fat man, fat man
It's Sunday morning, let's go
(One, two, three, four)
Let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah
Another Sunday mornin', another weekend worth of kickin' it
Now I'm sittin' on the couch and mentally relivin' it
Guess I'll chalk it up, it's just a part of the fast life
A stranger's in my room and she look so much better last night
The radio's loud, someone turn that shit down
And my livin' room, it looks like a fraternity house
Man I swear to God, I regret this shit every Sunday
I'm in dire need of a Tylenol and a Gatorade
My stomach hurts man I know I blew a lot of cash
But I'd be lyin' if I said that I ain't have a blast
The weekends gone, I can't believe it again
But I know on Friday, I'll be drinkin' again
So let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah
I lost my rent money, I'm about to get evicted
On top of that, my fat ass woke up next to a midget
And all that I remember was us kickin' it and laughin'
And then I woke up like, "What the fuck happened?"
I swear, every Sunday mornin', I feel like a bad guy
There's a dude sleepin' on my floor with a black eye
I lost my wallet man, I must've left it at the bar
I got my key, but I still can't find my car
So I'm just sittin' here starin' at the ceilin'
Dealin' with such a gut wrenchin' feelin'
The weekends gone, I can't believe it again
But I know on Friday, I'll be drinkin' again
So let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah
Come on everybody, come on y'all
Let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer (haha), it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin' yeah, yeah
Yeah baby, haha
It's Sunday morning, let's go
(One, two, three, four)
Let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah
Another Sunday mornin', another weekend worth of kickin' it
Now I'm sittin' on the couch and mentally relivin' it
Guess I'll chalk it up, it's just a part of the fast life
A stranger's in my room and she look so much better last night
The radio's loud, someone turn that shit down
And my livin' room, it looks like a fraternity house
Man I swear to God, I regret this shit every Sunday
I'm in dire need of a Tylenol and a Gatorade
My stomach hurts man I know I blew a lot of cash
But I'd be lyin' if I said that I ain't have a blast
The weekends gone, I can't believe it again
But I know on Friday, I'll be drinkin' again
So let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah
I lost my rent money, I'm about to get evicted
On top of that, my fat ass woke up next to a midget
And all that I remember was us kickin' it and laughin'
And then I woke up like, "What the fuck happened?"
I swear, every Sunday mornin', I feel like a bad guy
There's a dude sleepin' on my floor with a black eye
I lost my wallet man, I must've left it at the bar
I got my key, but I still can't find my car
So I'm just sittin' here starin' at the ceilin'
Dealin' with such a gut wrenchin' feelin'
The weekends gone, I can't believe it again
But I know on Friday, I'll be drinkin' again
So let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah
Come on everybody, come on y'all
Let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer (haha), it's Sunday mornin'
And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin'
The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends
I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin' yeah, yeah
Yeah baby, haha
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Writer(s): Jason Mater, Jared Gutstadt, Jason Bradley De Ford
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