Drums, pounding loud in my head 
The morning after’s come 
And left me ruined in bed 
To face those old winged 
Monkeys of fear, swooping down like they do 
Hissing their ugly niggles and jeers 
But this time, they won’t get through 
Cause I can feel the … 
Sun in the sky, happy as pie 
Nice hangover, nice hangover 
Birds in the trees, tapping their feet 
Nice hangover, nice hangover 
Polka dot clouds, bobbing about, 
Yes it’s gonna, yes it’s gonna 
Be a nice hangover 
Claws, screech like branches on glass, 
And pound the panels of 
Doors, But there’s just no getting past, 
I’ve rigged the hallway with 
Lasers of love, zapping sneers to dust 
With all the good things that I’m thinking of 
Every heckle combusts 
Now it’s just me and the 
Sun in the sky, happy as pie 
Nice hangover, nice hangover 
Birds in the trees, tapping their feet 
Nice hangover, nice hangover 
Polka dot clouds, bobbing about, 
Yes it’s gonna, yes it’s gonna 
Be a nice hangover 
Yeah yeah yeah … 
It’s about time nothing was wrong 
Its about time worries were gone 
It’s about time ….. 
(Whistles…) Yes it’s gonna, gonna, gonna, be a nice hangover.