Escape to Margaritaville - My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus Lyrics

2018 Broadway
Escape to Margaritaville The Musical - My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus Lyrics

[Chorus:]
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of mornin',
Really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
Condition is improvin' and if I don't
Die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.

Went down to the snake pit,
To drink a little beer.
Listened to the juke box,
Oh, it's comin' in clear.
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
Pickin' country music with old Joe Bones.
Duval Street was rockin',
My eyes they started poppin'!
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,
As I broke another string on my old guitar.
Someone call a cab.
Lady won't you pay my tab?

[Chorus]

Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, layin' in bed.
I'm goin' down to Fausto's
To get some chocolate milk.
Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day.

[Chorus]


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Escape to Margaritaville The Musical Lyrics

SYNOPSIS
License to Chill
Fins
It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
Ragtop Day
It's My Job
Why Don't We Get Drunk
Three Chords
Son of a Son of a Sailor
My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus
Margaritaville
Volcano
Grapefruit – Juicy Fruit
He Went to Paris
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Tin Cup Chalice
Love and Luck
Come Monday
A Pirate Looks at Forty
One Particular Harbor