Lyrics

Ain't it strange how your conscience seems to disappear at night
But it's right there in the morning when you open up your eyes
Yeah you're staring at the ceiling and there's whispers in your ears
Why'd you have to hit the whiskey when the party ran out of beer?
And it comes to mind the pictures that give you the shivering heebie-jeebies
Here comes the night before in little bits and pieces

Did I really kiss his wife?
(Yeah you really kissed his wife)
In the bathroom in the dark?
(In the bathroom in the dark)
Did he turn on the light?
(Yeah he turned on the light)
Did he hit me kind of hard?
(Yeah he hit you kind of hard)
The more that you remember the more your self-respect decreases
Here comes the night before in little bits and pieces

Yeah, you did some bad things, being drunk is no excuse
You sure showed your friends a good look at the stupid side of you
You close your eyes and grit your teeth and try to squeeze it from your head
Sometimes it works and you shake it off but you ain't out of this one yet
Cause every thirty minutes all day long your mind releases
More pictures of the night before in little bits and pieces

Did I try to kill their cat?
(Yeah you chased it down the hall)
Was I laughing at the curtains?
(Yeah you ripped them off the wall)
Did I scream at everybody?
(Yeah you called them dirty names)
Girl it must have been the whiskey
(Oh you oughta be ashamed)
The more that you remember the more your self-respect decreases
But you can't keep the night before from coming back in bits and pieces

Did I set fire to their fern?
(Just to check the smoke alarm)
Did I take off all my clothes?
(You said the room was kinda warm)
Did I put my clothes back on?
(You put on pantyhose instead)
Well at least I wasn't naked-
(Girl you wore 'em on your head!)
Did my boss come to the party?
(You were at the boss' house)
Did I tell him I was sorry?
(Yeah he hit you kinda hard)
The more that you remember the more your self-respect decreases
But you can't keep the night before from coming back in bits and pieces

The more that you remember the more your self-respect decreases
But you can't keep the night before from coming back in bits and pieces
Keep the night before from coming back