What the Heck

The empty bottles strewn all around Explain the pain inside my head As I wake up on the pulled out couch That doubles as my bed I don't recognize the feet That are passed out by my face I suspect they belong to the women's clothes That are scattered about the place The cable box displays three o'clock I don't know if that's day or night The pantyhose tied around my wrists Are starting to feel a bit too tight The spot on the ceiling spins in circles There's **** playing on my TV There's a guy eating cereal at the kitchen table I have no clue who he might be There's a slice of pizza sliding down the wall An unlit bong drips on the floor Two midgets wearing only sumo thongs Just walked out the open door There are lipstick drawings all over my body A tattoo where yesterday there was none The question that keeps spinning inside my head Is, "Oh my God, what have you done?" The naked lady sits up beside me I am so relieved she looks just fine She says, "That was fun, can we do it again?" Sure. What the heck. What's one more time?