I've got my make-up over
I've it just in my eyes
The same will be tomorrow
It seems I have black eyes

I've got hole in my stockings
It's seen from everywhere
The same will be tomorrow
And you know I don't care

I smell like I've hangover
I smell like sigarette
I don't have any choice now
But you know I don't care

I've washed my hair unpropper
Because it wasn't my shampoo
I don't look really pretty

But I feel like rock-n-roll

I'm feeling really stupid
Among all my colleques
But I feel as stupid

As I feel I'm rock-n-roll