Never get to bed before sunup
Always getting caught in the rain
Sometimes I might get in trouble
Never was I one to complain
Forget about your vast degrees, yeah
Ain't it worth it when you're out on cloud thirty-three
Stone cold sober again
Down in the alley again
Stone cold sober again
Never found a dime in the gutter
Always get my best friends drunk
If the pres'dent tries to call on me
Say "Andy, come on over for lunch"
I'd say, "Gentleman, excuse me please
But I'm busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three"
Sunday is a drag so forget it
Monday you can make up for that
Tuesday take a taste for dinner
If you'd only spend it in bed
But on Thursday night prepare for the weekend
And let Friday disappear into Saturday morning
Andy Taylor - Stone Cold Sober Lyrics
Andy Taylor - Stone Cold Sober Lyrics
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Never get to bed before sunup
Always getting caught in the rain
Sometimes I might get in trouble
Never was I one to complain
Forget about your vast degrees, yeah
Ain't it worth it when you're out on cloud thirty-three
Stone cold sober again
Down in the alley again
Stone cold sober again
Never found a dime in the gutter
Always get my best friends drunk
If the pres'dent tries to call on me
Say "Andy, come on over for lunch"
I'd say, "Gentleman, excuse me please
But I'm busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three"
Sunday is a drag so forget it
Monday you can make up for that
Tuesday take a taste for dinner
If you'd only spend it in bed
But on Thursday night prepare for the weekend
And let Friday disappear into Saturday morning
Always getting caught in the rain
Sometimes I might get in trouble
Never was I one to complain
Forget about your vast degrees, yeah
Ain't it worth it when you're out on cloud thirty-three
Stone cold sober again
Down in the alley again
Stone cold sober again
Never found a dime in the gutter
Always get my best friends drunk
If the pres'dent tries to call on me
Say "Andy, come on over for lunch"
I'd say, "Gentleman, excuse me please
But I'm busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three"
Sunday is a drag so forget it
Monday you can make up for that
Tuesday take a taste for dinner
If you'd only spend it in bed
But on Thursday night prepare for the weekend
And let Friday disappear into Saturday morning
Writer: ROD STEWART, STEPHEN LEE CROPPER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC