 Sunday morning, I feel so bad. I got the worst hangover I ever had. The phone keep ringing, but I can't speak. I got to keep singing every night of the week. I get my rest when I can because tomorrow it starts all over again. And Monday, I like to go downtown. And Tuesday, I get low, low down. And Wednesday, I'm off to cook. And Thursday, I start catching up. And Friday just turned into Saturday night.