Ten o’ clock already?
Where am I and where the hell are my jeans?
All those double-rum mojitos
Should have stopped at two, but they were free
Oh, this is just great
But on the plus side I just got laid
Still in a haze
As I prepare to take my walk of shame


It’s just another drunk chick’s Sunday
Can't remember his name
I’m pretty sure it was Jay
Or, I don’t know, maybe Dave
I’m just another slutty cliché


Alcohol shrinking my brain
Two Tylenols, I'll be just fine
I should not have entertained
Myself with rum, mint, and lime
Shoot, I’m taking too long--
Cause this guy is waking up over there
Ugh, I must have been insane
When I was buzzed he had more hair


I’m just an easy roll in the hay
Hair’s in disarray
Liver’s in decay
Panties are in the ashtray
It’s just another drunk chick’s Sunday


Oh what a sight
But at least the rubber didn’t break last night
With this clown (good point, good point)
His tires are battered
He said I’ll have to ride the city bus
Back into town
He told me over the club noise:
‘I got money, I’m in the Backstreet Boys’
That lying rat
Works at Cinnabon


It’s just another drunk chick’s Sunday
Guess I kinda got played
I should have abstained
Perhaps I’ll check out AA
Nah, I’ll do it all again next Saturday
Cause that’s how I play
For my drinks I won't pay
Then I’ll have another drunk chick’s Sunday