When I woke up this morning,
oh Lord, what a pain.
Felt like some big dude was
break dancin' on my brain.

My tongue felt like an ol' door mat
and tasted like dirt.
I tried to move and the rest of my body
was just one great big hurt.

My lips got weak when I tried to speak
and I ask me who I are.
I decided to change the subject,
this conversation wasn't going to far.

I thought I'd get real philosophical,
wasn't working out thinking logical.
The question ain't, "to be or not to be?"
The question are, "Who is I and where am me?"

I don't do coke, I don't smoke dope,
so what the hell have I done?
Only thing I can say to feel this way,
is I sure hope I had a lot of fun.

I thought about it, I worried about it,
I mean I really studied hard.
It just might be real important why I woke up in
somebody else's front yard.

Now here's something to think about,
give this some thought.
You're that little Tequila Worm
and you just got caught.

They drop you into a bottle
and you start to drink.
You suck it up for a while,
and then you start to think.

You know, delusions of grandeur,
You think you're a condor,
You're gonna fly
right outta that jar.

But before you reach the top
your heart starts to stop.
And back to the bottom you'll drop,
Steady suckin' up all that slop.

There on the bottom
you'll curl into a ball,
Tryin' to figure out,
how you'll drink it all.

You know it's all over,
you know this is the end.
But you just keep right on
steady suckin' it in.

Now that I think back
and I start to realize,
me and that worm
must be some sort of allies,

Cause just like him,
right to the end,
I just keep right on,
steady suckin' it in.

So when you're passin'
that bottle around,
You must remember,
I like to chug it right down.

And when I get the last pull
to empty that jug,
It is my obligation
to swallow that bug.