Skulldug and Headsick

I got legless with a chef At a Malaysian airport bar And I listened to him squawk about his cousin's neighbour's car After fifteen hours transit And a layover in Madrid I was stranded in Årsta With not a drop to drink Skulldug and headsick I'm lying on the floor I'm sorry for my behaviour I can't do this anymore Stitched into the bar With all the japanese businessmen And they'll take my order Coz I'm not American If we were this tanked in England This rough and unsightly I'd take a shot glass to the Thames and down "Old Blighty" Skulldug and headsick I'm lying on the floor I'm sorry for my behaviour I can't do this anymore I can't do this Do this anymore I'm the foppoish, fucked-up boy Lying on the floor Skulldug and headsick Lying on the floor I'm sorry Mum and Jesus I can't do this anymore I can't do this Do this anymore I'm the foppish, fucked-up boy Lying on the floor (Yeah) I can't do this I can't do this anymore