There's a bright scarlet haze on my eyeballs
There's a bright scarlet haze on my eyeballs
My throat is as dry as a skeleton's thigh
And my guts and their contents are waving bye-bye

Oh what a hideous morning
Oh what a hideous day
I've got a horrible feeling......
Everyone out of my way!!

Gomez and I, and our hangovers,wish to report that we had a wonderful time, have arrived safely home and are willing to keep our mouths shut ( you know who you are, Patrish) for a small fee.