The Banging In Your Head

Have you ever laid in bed with a banging

In your head that you just can't bear?

You can't stop that ceiling going round up there

So you stumble to the sink 'cause you're

Dying for a drink and bang your leg on a chair

You wanna make a cup of tea but the teapot can't be found

So you stumble back to bed with a banging

In your head and you can't lay down

You wish they'd never have brought that home-made cider round

Oh, your eyes are hanging out and the

Pattern moves about on the eiderdown

Oh, the cob is on the floor but the skirting board's up in the air

And you say it's gonna stop (Yeah, you say it's gonna stop)

And never touch another drop (Never touch another drop)

And you think I don't think (And you think that I'm think)

I'll ever have another drink (I'll never have another drink)

Then you wake up in the morning and you

Wish you'd never gone in the pub last night

Alarm bells clanging and your head's still banging with all its might

Then your mate coming up shouting through

The letterbox, "You coming out for a pint?"

So you stumble out of bed, 'fore you know it you've done it again

Now have you ever laid in bed with a banging

In your head that you just can't bear?

You can't stop that ceiling going round up there

So you stumble to the sink 'cause you're

Dying for a drink and bang your leg on a chair

You wanna make a cup of tea but the teapot can't be found