I'm in no mood to comb my hair,
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching.
Catching.

I'm in no mood to comb my hair,
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching.
Catching, catching, catching.

I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And the pin in my hair was still stuck in my head

I'm in no mood to comb my hair,
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching, catching.

I'm in no mood to comb my hair,
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching, catching, catching

I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And the pin in my hair was still stuck in my head

I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And I swear the pin in my hair got stuck in my head

I'm in no mood to comb my hair,
There's a chill in the air.

And the pin in my hair was stuck in my head
I didn't undress for bed
I was so drunk last night.

I'm in no mood to comb my hair,
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching, catching, catching, catching

I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And I swear the pin in my hair got stuck in my head.

I swear the pin in my hair got stuck in my head
I didn't even undress for bed
I was so drunk last night.

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Writer(s): MATTHEW FRIEDBERGER