If it was the end last night I would certainly not know For in a passed out mess I found myself And so many chunks I'd blow I heard so much about Y2K It freaked me out hard core So I had a few drinks to calm my nerves And I woke up on the floor. I got so nervous I couldn't stand- And it was easier to fall I was gonna die drunk on Y2K If I was gonna die at all I started early- like yesterday And proceeded to get all bent I didn't figure I'd get to heaven Even if Jesus got re-sent Now it's Jan 1 and I hurt From my hair down to my feet It was supposed to be my maker- Not a hangover that I'd meet Next millennium things will be different No more drinks until after 5 No waking up in so much pain That I'd rather not be alive Others must have done the same Surely I'm not the only one But help me retrace my footsteps - Was my party any fun?