كلمات Hello Hangover

Sitting at the terminal bar, wasting my spare change Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston Fly me 33,000 feet up above the problems Drinking bloody maries in an isle seat With the rest of the late night zombies, singing: Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man Cause I don't have time today to waste on you If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can do Somewhere on the highway between Hamburg and Cologne windshield whipers making time with the radio There ain't nothing more in this world that I could ever need You just leave last night behind you And you raise your voice and sing: Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man Cause I don't have time today to waste on you If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can do Hello hangover, how're you doing my old friend Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through, man Cause I don't have time today to waste on you If you call me tomorrow, well, I'll see what I can do