Woke up this morning with an aching head Can't remember all the things she said My head seems so heavy I can't keep it straight Called up my baby She say man, it's too late Pull myself together Gotta get my act together And be what I ought to be We were supposed to meet at seven o'clock In a café downtown but she didn't show up Later that night I start to worry and drove to her flat Found her all wasted And here's what I said Pull yourself together Gotta get your act together And be what you ought to be