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Jimmy Buffett

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus

 

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus

(album: Havaña Daydreamin' - 1976)


[Chorus:]
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of morning,
really was that kind of night.
Trying to tell myself that my
condition is improving and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roaring Friday night.

Went down to the snake pit,
to drink a little beer.
Listened to the juke box,
oh, it's coming in clear.
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
picking country music with old Joe Bones.
Duval Street was rocking,
my eyes they started poppin'!
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,
as I broke another string on my old guitar.
Someone call a cab.
Lady won't you pay my tab?

[Chorus]

Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, laying in bed.
I'm going down to Fausto's
to get some chocolate milk.
Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day.

[Chorus]

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