Jimmy Buffett - My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, & I Don't Love Jesus Lyrics
By: jimmy buffett1975Chorus:My head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus (oh my lordy its that...)Its that kind of morninReally was that kind of nightTryin to tell myself that my condition is improvinAnd if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday nightWent down to the snake pitTo drink a little beerListen to the jukeboxMerle was comin in clearAll of a sudden I wadn alonePickin country music with ol joe bonesDuval street was rockinMy eyes they starting poppinBecause there she sat at the corner of the barAs I broke another string on my ol guitarSomeone call a cabLady wontcha pay my tabChorus:And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus(oh my lordy its that...)Its that kinda morninReally was that kinda nightTryin to tell myself that my condition is improvinAnd if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday nightGotta get a little orange juiceAnd a darvon for my headI cant spend all dayBaby layin in the bedIm goin down to faustos get some chocolate milkCant spend my life in yer sheets of silkIve got to find my wayCrawl out and greet the dayChorus:But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus(oh my lordy its that...)Its that kinda morninReally was that kinda nightTryin to tell myself that my condition is improvinAnd if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday nightLet me tell ya, I be roarin friday nightI mean Ill beRoarinFridayNight