I don't think I can come into work today

I had a late night with my bros Andy and Brad

My body aches, my mind’s deranged, my pp’s sore and what’s more

My shoes got scuffed up pretty bad

No its okay I'll suffer through the pain and sorrow

I'll surely muster up the strength to come tomorrow

I feel real dizzy, think I ought to take a seat

What's this weird stuff all on my sheets?

I feel like shit, I look like shit, I smell like shit, oh shit, I think I'm shit

A big, fat, stinky, brown and greasy, lumpy, dumpy, stupid pile of shit

I'm talking shit

My job is shit, I act like shit, my shit’s all shit, it seems I must be shit

The evidence is clear, pass me a beer, I’ve been completely in denial

Out of style

All the while

I'm a pile

I don't think I'm gonna get much done today

I got so fucked up last night with Andy and Brad

I need a drink to help me think I'm feeling pretty bad

I feel like shit, I look like shit, I smell like shit, oh shit, I think I'm shit

A fat and wasted, glazed and basted, fried and breaded, fucked up piece of shit

My job is shit, I act like shit, my shit’s all shit, it seems I must be shit

The evidence is plain, pass Mary Jane, I’ve been completely in denial

Out of style

All the while

I'm a pile

I feel like shit, I look like shit, I smell like shit, oh shit, I must be shit