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My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink And I Don't Love Jesus (我头痛，我脚臭，我不爱耶稣了) (Album Version) - Jimmy Buffett
Written by：Jimmy Buffett

My head hurts my feet stink and I don't love Jesus
Oh my lordy it's that
It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night

Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Went down to the snake pit

To drink a little beer

Listen to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in clear

All of a sudden I wad'n alone

Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones

Duval Street was rockin'

My eyes they starting poppin'
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my ol' guitar
Someone call a cab

Lady won'tcha pay my tab
And now my head hurts my feet stink and I don't love Jesus
Oh my lordy it's that
It's that kinda mornin'

Really was that kinda night

Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Gotta get a little orange juice

And a Darvon for my head

I can't spend all day

Baby layin' in the bed

I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk
Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk
I've got to find my way

Crawl out and greet the day
But now my head hurts my feet stink and I don't love Jesus
Oh my lordy it's that
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night

Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Let me tell ya I be roarin' Friday night
I mean I'll be
Roarin'
Friday
Night