Jimmy Buffett, The Oak Ridge Boys - My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus lyrics

My head hurts, my feet stink
And I don't love Jesus (Oh my Lordy)
It's that kind of morning
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 Snakepit
To drink a little beer
Listened to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in clear

All of a sudden, I wasn't 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 old guitar
Someone call a cab
Lady, won't you pay my tab?

And now my head hurts, my feet stink
And I don't love Jesus (Oh my Lordy)
It's that kind of morning
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

Got to 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 your 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 kind of morning
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

Let me tell you, I'll be roarin' Friday night
I mean I'll be roarin' Friday night