Oh, what a sin looks like I slept innAnd I'm a gonna be a little bit latenMy therapy began againnto mend my broken heart againnWhen happy hour started at eightnNow I don't keep score, no not anymorenYou see I seen a slammin' doorntime or two beforenI know I'm gonna get throughnI'm just a little hung over you…nnHeadaches and heartaches will endnBring me aspirin and friendsnA couple pills, a few laughs and a little bit of soul Then I'm back on the mend,nback in the saddle againnAnd I'm the winner of the barstool rodeonAnd when I hit the floor I don't cry anymorenYou know, I've seen a barroom floorna time or two beforenI know I'm gonna pull throughnI'm just a little hung over you….nn(Chorus)nSo barkeep won'tcha pick menthe longest hair of that goddamn dog that bit me And pull his sharpest toothnThat'd be the highest proofnof your lowest grade boozenYes, we sure had fun when I was her number onenBut now I'm standing' in number twonBut now I'm changing my shoesnI'm just a little hung over younnMeanwhile back at the barnI show off another scarnAnd my friends all say it looks greatnAnother false start of mine,nback to the end of the linenWhere true love is-a-gonna have to waitnWell I sure had fun when I was your number onenBut now I'm standing in number twonBut now I'm changing my shoesnI'm gonna sing a little bluesnI'm just a little hung over younn(Chorus)nBarkeep won'tcha hit me...nn…there's a girl at the barnthe twinkle's burned out of her starna hundred teardrops on her shoes…nAnd though her head's hung lownI think it's someone I knownIs that little hung over you?nIs that little hung over you?nn