I have a new feeling, my head isn't pounding
A brand-new sensation, on which I'm expounding
No dry mouth, no dry heaves
No vomiting blunders
I'm not hungover
I'm hungunder
Is "hungunder" even a word?
Opposite of a hangover, don't overthink it
I'm not sweating through bras
And my thinking's not flawed
Not hugging a toilet, making fake deals with God
Not under the covers, with brain torn asunder
I'm not hungover
I'm hungunder
The sun's my warm buddy, not mortal enemy
That loud crow I shot at is now a friend to me
The world's new again
I'm so full of wonder
I'm not hungover
I'm hungunder
Sorry, couch! Don't need you today!
You neither, big warm blanket
Hey, "Law & Ordеr" reruns, didn't ya hear?
I'm not hungover еven though I got totally smashed!
Yo, Hayley Smith here with Gallagher's hammer
The Lord of the manor, the watermelon slammer
My smash pursuits don't stop at fruits
Roger, set me up some melon substitutes
A lamp! Smash!
A toilet! Smash!
A tuba! Smash!
A computer! Smash!
A paint can! Smash!
A snowman! Smash!
A smaller mallet! Smash!
We got totally smashed, without consequences
We're on top of the world, despite our offenses
And somehow, our bellies aren't gurgling like thunder
We're not hungover, we're not hungover
We're hungunder!