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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bradley Nowell
Guitar
Eric Wilson
Bass Guitar
Fishbone
Sampled Artist
Fishbone
Sampled Artist
Marshall Goodman
Drums
The Champs
Sampled Artist
Todd Foreman
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.B. King
Songwriter
Ferdinand Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sublime
Producer
Miguel
Producer
Lyrics
Three, four
Wake up in the morning
Clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses as I step into the sun
There's no recollection
Of the evil things I've done
Head feels like I must have had some fun
What happened?
Last thing I remember
I was chillin' at a party
Pinchin' girlie's asses
I was drinking recklessly
I know I did something
Lord what could it be?
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends hate me
What happened?
Oh yeah, play it boy wonder
What am I doing here?
Who is this girl in my bed?
What is this shit on my face?
My God, what is that awful smell?
She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be
Black, white, American, Indian or Japanese
What happened?
Threw a bottle at the bouncer
Didn't think that he was cool
Pissed in someone's drink
And threw a bike into a pool
Drivin' down the side walk
Like a drunken possessed fool
I broke every single traffic rule
Oh, what happened?
What happened?
Oh, let's go!
She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be
Black, white, American, Indian or Japanese
Writer(s): Bradley James Nowell, Marshall Raymond Goodman, George Gershwin
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