I woke up this morning with the brown bag flu,

And I’m sick as a dog from too many brews;

But you know what they say “Hair of the Dog”,

I poured me a beer, to rid my mind of this fog;

My stomach is churning but I soldier on,

Praying soon that this headache is gone;

It seems to me I only made it worse,

Someone please call me a nurse;

Hair of the dog sure did me in,

And I swear I’m never drinking again.