After a long work day, what unwinds me?
Long night out with my mates where the beer is plenty
By now, I've had a few and I look at you
You're passed out, what a state
And you're not laid flat on your face, oh-ooh-oh

I'm sorry, bro, you'll have some markin's when you wake up, dude
A lot of Sharpie lines, it makes sense when you're tanked on booze
Lots of space on your face, you'd do the same thing on me
So face it, bro, you'll have some markin's when you wake up, dude

Tons of space on your face, fresh canvas for ink blobs, see
Deal with it, bro, you'll have some markin's when you wake up, dude

I don't know what shapes to draw, work faster
I don't want you to wake, would spell disaster
'Cause I'd be mid-dong on the cleanest of cheeks
Yeah, there'd be red on my face
And you'd punch me into yesterday, yeah-eah-eah-yeah-eah-eah
Not next week, too drunk, I'm 'fraid, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah

Either way, bro, you'll have some markin's when you wake up, dude
Some stars, some hearts, some eyes and, yes, a floppy dong or two
I'm afraid that's the case, drunk or not, it's so funny
So face it, bro, you'll have some markin's when you wake up, dude

All that space on your face, cryin' for a swear or three
Deal with it, bro, you'll have some markin's when you wake up, dude

Crude, yeah-eah-eah, when you wake up, dude
Hey!
With no space on your face that's not covered in Sharpie
It's drunk life, bro (deal with it, bro), you'll have some markin's when you wake up, dude

Nadadadada, dada, dadada, nadadada
It could be worse, it's true, could be bad tattoos
But I'm not that bad, mate
Can't book them while you're drunk, anyway