(Difford/Tilbrook)
When the hangover strikes
And I open my post
And the coffee is on
And I'm burning my toast
I let the battle commence
I see a sun in the trees
And a draught at the door
With my head in my lap
There's a day to explore
But I'm left without sense
As the hangover strikes
And I turn on the tap
But the water's too loud
And I'm caged by the fact
That the battle's not lost
Is it the hair of the dog
Or the Baa of a Lamb
In a sheepish attempt
To be half of the man
That I might be or was
When the hangover strikes
And a mirror reveals
That it's Midnight or bust
And a drink does appeal
Now the battle is won
So the cure of the can
Pours its heart out on me
Though I'm feeling locked up
But I can't find the key
Well no damage was done
Poor poor poor, poor shaken one
Pour pour pour, pour me another one(words & music by Barry, Maurice and Robin Gibb)
Smile an everlasting smile
A smile can bring you near to me
Don't ever let me find you gone
'Cause that could bring a tear to me
This words have lost their glory,
Let's start a brand new story, now my love
Right now there'll be no other time
And I can show you all my love
Talk in everlasting words
And dedicate them all to me
I will give you all my life
It's here if you should call to me
You think that I don't even mean
A single word I say
It's only words and words are all I have
To take your heart away