Wake up in the morning
Clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses
As I step into the sun

There's no recollection
Of the evil things I've done
My head feels like I musta had some fun

(What happened?)

Last thing I remember
I was chillin' at a party
Pinching girlies' asses
I was drinking recklessly

I know I did something
Lord what could it be
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends hate me

What happened?

What I'm I doing here
Who is this girl in my bed
What is this shit on my face
My God, what is that awful smell

She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be black, white, American, Indian or Japanese

What happened?

Through a bottle at a bouncer
Didn't think that he was cool
Pissed in someone's drink
And through a bike into a pool

Driving down the side walk
Like a crazy possessed fool
I broke every single traffic rule

Oh! What happened?
What happened?

Let's go

She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be black, white, American, Indian or Japanese

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Writer(s): BRADLEY NOWELL, ERIC WILSON, MARSHALL GOODMAN