Woke up late this morning, feeling empty as my bed,
Lost my coffee cup but what’s this damn storm in my head,
It makes me mad,
It makes me mad.

Empty bottles all aroundme, Life’s just a game I hate to play
Just another perfect morning, it’s just another perfect day,
It makes me mad,
I’m getting mad.

I found finally my T-shirt, but damn I’ve lost my bloody jeans
I’m such a mess that’s what I am, unstructured whatever it means
And I’m getting mad,
Man, I’m getting mad.

Chorus:
O.K. I’ll pull myself together and crawl down to my favorit bar,
First I’ll have damn coffee and then whiskey in a jar
And I’ll be cool,
Ready to rule.

So I’ve decided to take it easy, and pretend that I’m O.K.
Grass is green and sun is shining, but hell shadow is on my way
And it makes me mad,
And it makes me mad,

I wish I had a job, I wish I were a billionaire,
Some chick aroud my car and dance like Michael Jackson orFred Astaire
Wouldn’t that be mad,
Or would it be sad?

Chorus:
So I’ll pull myself together and crawl down to my favorit bar,
First I’ll have a coffee and then whiskey in a jar
And I’ll be cool,
I’m ready to rule.