You're a fine desert flower to these bloodshot eyes

The sunset's got nothing on you

Each night finds me here with a 12-pack of beer

It's good to wake up near you

My head is pounding and I need a smoke

But not as much as the touch of your skin

And I must admit that I feel like shit

And I'm late for work once again

And it's always good to see you, my friend

And to wake up hungover together again

I'll just lie here and watch you get dressed

As I block the sun from my face

Working ain't fair, so I'll drive you there

'Cause I ain't going no place

I can't find my shoes and I can't find my dress

This is no way to start out the day

Where the hell are my keys? What's this bruise on my knee?

What the hell did we do anyway last night?

And it's always good to see you, my friend

And to wake up hungover together again

Yeah, and it's always good to see you, my friend

And to wake up hungover together again

Yes, it's always good to see you, my friend

And to wake up hungover together again

Yeah, to wake up hungover together again