Lyrics

[Verse 1 – bouncy guitar riff]
Gone half past 9, you’re still in bed,
Snoring so loud, going through my head.
The dog’s are bored, the kettle’s boiled —
And your hair looks like it’s been deep-fried in oil.

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[Pre-Chorus – spoken, deadpan]
Love you, but seriously…
Get up.

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[Chorus – big and dramatic]
Get outta bed, you lazy fuck
The day won’t start with you counting ducks.
Sheets are warm, but life ain’t fair —
So move your arse and brush your hair!
Get outta bed, my sleepy queen,
You’ve snoozed so long you’ve missed fourteen memes.

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[Verse 2 – funky groove, extra sass]
I made toast — it’s gone stone cold,
Your tea’s in the sink growing eco-mould.
You said we’d go out, we’d seize the day…
But babe, it’s almost 4pm — olé!

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[Bridge – soft, sarcastic ballad]
I love your face when it’s squished in a pillow,
But I’m losing my mind like a sad armadillo.
We can snog later — but first: you rise,
Before I shave your name in your thighs.

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[Final Chorus – choir backing, mock drama]
Get outta bed, you majestic sod,
There’s stuff to do and I’ve played my god.
You’re gorgeous, sexy, but dead to the world,
Like a duvet-wrapped burrito girl.
Get outta bed, no time to waste —
Now move your fucking sleepy face!