Lost Weekend
You wanted a lost weekend
In New York, Paris or Southend
So I booked us a first class flight
But we stayed in the flat all night
Cos we preferred the ambience
And discussed our problems at length
I said We should buy a Jackon Pollock
You said Weve already got too much stuff
And we jet-lagged ourselves
For the good of our health
Coming back from Sunday
Flying right back into Monday
Its getting light outside
Youve been up all night
So come and sit with me
And listen to Nevermind
My mind
My mind
Is a very strange place to be
Like an award ceremony
Sometime in 1973
Drinking Brandy Alexanders
Enjoying fame and falling standards
Well I think of all my friends
And Id like to call them up
But they have all been shot
Badabadada badabadada
Well whats a boy supposed to do?
And we jet-lagged ourselves
For the good of our health
Coming back from Monday
Flying right back into Sunday
Its geting light outside
Weve been here all night
So come and sit with me
And listen to Nevermind
My mind
My mind
Is a very strange place to be
Well I feel so much better
When I have got a hangover
I think Im going down.