Dancing Naked Ladies

You said you feel like you're on drugs That you've been sweeping under rugs You told me that you were dizzy You told me that you were ill You'd better sleep it off It's because you're sick And there are No dancing No naked No ladies No Lying soaking on sick sheets Every hour up another degree Misery lies there close to you Misery fucks you in the ass over and over You'd better sleep it off It's because you're sick To the undertaker Meet your maker Anyway, anyway, anyway With that rash you're dotted and glossy You'd better sleep it off It's because you're sick