Gotta roll outta my bed, 

Hands cradle my aching head. 

Legs move like they are lead, 

Morning prayer I always said! 

Stumble to the shower stall, 

Holding to the rail on the wall. 

Floors wet, don’t wanna fall, 

Gotta stand straight and tall! 

The Tequila bottle picks a fight, with the morning light. 

Oh hell! That sun is bright, 

I gotta get to work all right, 

That Tequila bottle picks a fight, with the morning light. 

Put on that same old shirt, 

I don’t see that much dirt. 

A little tight but it doesn’t hurt, 

Makes me feel alert! 

Off to the office I go, 

I’m feeling a little low. 

I’ll just follow the flow, 

Grab an oar, begin to row! 

The Tequila bottle picks a fight, with the morning light. 

Oh hell! That sun is bright, 

I gotta get to work all right, 

That Tequila bottle picks a fight, with the morning light.