Hangover Hospital

Well I've excused The Nude Scientists previously so you know what you're getting but I mean really...there is no excusing song number two here! Number two being appropriate. Radio-4-Mitch-Benn-Middle-class-middle-aged-smugness-by-numbers and, unforgivably, not that funny. But then...the chorus really works as a sort of shield-battering call to arms and really I used to hate those little fuckers when I lived in London. So fuck 'em.


Oh my my aching head,
As I resolve to get out of bed,
My tongues as dry as Ghandi's sandal,
Hanging on to the toilet's handle,
Why do we do it to ourselves?
Joylessly sinking pint after pint,
My teeth are veined with purple stains,
Monday's Valpolicella night,

I wish that there was a hangover hospital,
Where a normal life lived was sort of possible,
I could dry out, try out for the human race,
Leave behind this state of disgrace,

I run a razor over my tongue,
My nose is crusty and my eyes are stung,
My hands are shaking and here come the sweats,
My skin is yellow and it's sopping wet,
The bathroom floor is an oasis of calm,
But my stomach won't let me be,
Lurching forward with mounting alarm,
I grab the loo seat like a steering wheel


I wish that there was a hangover hospital,
Where a normal life lived was sort of possible,
I could dry out, try out for the human race,
Leave behind this state of disgrace,

Doctor, Doctor please come quick,
It's not natural to feel this sick,
You've got to help me to shake this disease,
"Son I'm not sure you can meet my fees,"
I can take the empties back to the shop,
And I'm collecting all the bottle-tops,
"Let me tell you son what I'm thinking,
Your best bet is to give up drinking!"

You Again

The Nude Scientists: songs going gently into that dark night


You Again

Talk to the hand,
The face ain't listening,
It's weeping now and really pissing,
Off my wife, initiating divorces,
Take it outside, it's scaring the horses,
It's cracked ans cratered like a lunar landscape,
A bye-bye to good times like a golden handshake,
It fosters regret and self-disgust,
A salve to succour; an antidote to lust,

Oh why am I so ugly,

Oh no, not you again,
Every time I shave,
It's that paragon of men (old, old and in the way),
Just behave won't you,

The rheumy eyes no longer sparkle,
Want a reason to smile but I've got fuck all,
The stippled jowels,the complexion soapy,
Got more crows feet than a hokey-cokey,
Where once I bathed in the dew of youth,
Now I'm downing 60 proof,
I'm short on temper and long on tooth,
With a dirty basement and a snowy roof,

Oh why am I so ugly,

Oh no, not you again,
Every time I shave,
It's that paragon of men (old, old and in the way),
Just behave won't you,