Sunday Morning Lyrics

Well I rise from the dead about twenty past eight

Like the vampire rock star of yesterday

And I think I might die if don't find my shades

That's because I'm living in this summer haze

Now the crew's all up at the house on the lake

And we're all stocked up so don't be late

But don't be coming round here if you're gonna want to behave

Because this is where the misfits spend their days

We got two turntables and I'm running it

Got my head up in the clouds and I'm loving it

Sunday morning, I think I'll go get high with my friends

And in the evening, we'll be ready to start drinking again

And we're just chillin' so pass that shit around again

And make a toast, make a toast that this summer will never end

We're old enough to know better, too young to care

So pour up the captain, break out the sugar bear

Sunscreen and cigarettes fill the air

And baby we can make it the coat room upstairs

Come one, come all, just come prepared

Because these are the stories you'll be telling for years

Yeah, there's no house party like the party that's here

It's a blister in July and we've got the cure

For the ladies and gents, the young and reckless

The sofa surfing cats and the shit-housed and helpless

Sunday morning, I think I'll go get high with my friends

And in the evening, we'll be ready to start drinking again

And we're just chillin' so pass that shit around again

And make a toast, make a toast that this summer will never end

So make a toast, make a toast

Make a toast, make a toast

Make a toast, make a toast

Make a toast, make a toast

To anyone who spent the night in a bathtub

Or crashed on the floor or tried to fight a door

For the keys that you lost doing the robot

For the too drunk to fuck and the body shots

For the one-night stands and the two that got away

For the hair of the dog and the price we pay