Wages of Gin

Oh dear, I've been sick in the sink
 You know that phrase is later than you think
 Well, it's later than that! I must've fell on the cat
 Laid down, face down on the welcome-mat
 Unwelcome monkeys in my head with hammers
 So hungover, I'd prefer them to sammer
 Dogs look at me and say I look rough
 Voice like a lumberjack ever so gruff
 Lupi is a groupie, there was never enough
 And now one whiff is already to much
 I can't face the public
 The mirror is my enemy
 Seeking every remedy
 ... had my tea
 Send myself to bed undreadful
 Yes, I'm quite a mess indeed
 All my friends have left me
 All I've left, a fuzzy memory
 Skibadip, bididup
 Skidilibab, dudi
 How am I to get home?
 Had a little too much whoopi soup
 All I meant to take was one
 Oh! Now my head is going loopi-loop
 Some stout a kid one bun, oh!
 One, two, three four
 One, two, three (three), four
 Son, two, three, four
 One, two, three
 There's a horse in the hallway
 The westwing's still on fire
 That weird smell's been there all day
 Someone I know is a liar
 They said a drink wouldn't hurt
 But my mouth's full of dirt
 The emergency services are on alert
 Someone stole my curtains and they've gone beserk
 Turned them into togas and gone to work
 The kitchen is disgusting
 Toilet's probably plastered
 Don't know why I do this
 I'd only just dusted
 I need bacon, sedatives, heavy medication
 A new liver delivered and a year of medication
 Aching, heaving, last guest leaving
 I have to get it all ready for the next set this evening
 (Quickly!)
 (They could be here any minute)
 Skibadip, bididup
 Skidilibab, dudi
 How am I to get home?
 Had a little too much whoopi soup
 All I meant to take was one
 Oh! Now my head is going loopi-loop
 Some spout a kid one bun, oh!