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
You'd better sleep it off
That's because you're sick
It's because you're sick
That's because you're sick
It's because you're sick

And there are
NOOOOOOO dancing
NOOOOOOO naked
NOOOOOOO ladies
NOOOOOOO

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
You'd better sleep it off
That's because you're sick
It's because you're sick
That's because you're sick
It's because you're sick/

(?) Uh!

To the undertaker
Meet your maker
Anyway, anyway, anyway
With that rash you're dotted and glossy

You'd better sleep it off
You'd better sleep it off
You'd better sleep it off (That's because you're sick, It's because you're sick)
You'd better sleep it off (That's because you're sick, It's because you're sick)