Eight in the morning and I cannot find the key
Should be in my pocket, I feel that my pockets near
Something tells me I could have spared one beer
Final convention the way to my bed is clear
Here comes my daddy, on time for his morning pee
Confusion in slippers he does not like what he sees
Maybe later we both can call it a dream (...right?)
I say I'm sorry we both try to keep it brief
That's a lie
a lie
I had a good time
had a good time
Flirting with those girls
I don't really care
And my friends
my friends
they had a good time too
waste the night away
Fire and forget
Eight in the morning and I cannot find the key
