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"YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT!"
"YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT!"
(T. Beechey)
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
There's a story that never ends right
And it fills me with terror and fright to hear
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
You'd like to guess whatever was done was for the good of everyone
But when the story begins to unfold,you hang your head as your blood runs cold
"All I know,I was high as a kite --- after that,memory's kind of slight
"Maybe it's best if I just might not know what I did last night!"
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
There's a tale that never ends right
Why are people filled with such delight
By making you guess what you did last night?
Cause it's never anything ever good like cleaning up a neighborhood
It usually involves scandal and shame and a desire to change your name
"Did I pehaps save a life?" "No,you got too friendly with my wife!"
"Did I lend someone a hand?" "Not likely,you could barely stand!"
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
There's a yarn that never ends right
I always wished I could drop from sight when I heard
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
It's seldom a chance for feeling proud and,instead of dancing and shouting out loud
You suddenly have the urge to hide,find a hole and crawl inside
"Did I utter anything profound?" "All I heard was a babbling sound"
"Maybe I made a masterpiece?" "No,you passed out and they called the police"
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
There's an epic that never ends right
My hair stood up and almost turned white with each
"You'll never guess you did last night!"
"Tell me,did I make someone smile?" "How when you're lying in a pile?"
"Did I,at least,brighten a soul?" "How with her head in the toilet bowl?"
"Tell me,at least,no one got hurt" "Look at the blood all over your shirt"
"Oh,my God! Tell me it's mine!" "You fell down the steps,everyone's fine"
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
There's a story that never ends right
I was usually met with each morning's light with
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
It's been eighteen years since I drank
And I have the Lord and my parents to thank
For never again feeling those eight words bite:
"You'll never guess what you did last night!"
