The Rolling Stones - Look What the Cat Dragged in

I know that you like to go out drinking And you love to have a good time You came in when I was drinking coffee Having breakfast on a bad night I won't interrogate you and I never will berate you about your lyfestyle But where you've been Lost weekend What's that look on your face It must have been the walk of shame Your eyes are all red, get ready for bed Your hair's all over the place And look what the cat dragged in Don't you call me a friend Get out of my house with your dirty old mouth Take yourself out again Look what the cat dragged in Yeah, you take it right out again Yeah, look what the cat dragged in Yeah, take it right out again Looking at the Sunday papers up with all the latest, it was so quiet Checking what was going on in Syria and Lebanon A bad fright, bad fright I'm going to criticize you and I hate to ostracize you What a bad night Where you've been Lost weekend You look like your totally spaced Your breath's got a horrible taste You look like a leper, dressed as Sergeant Pepper Are you going to throw up all over my face Look what the cat dragged in Take it right out again Get out of my house with your dirty old mouth Take it right out again Look what the cat dragged in Yeah, never do that my friend Yeah, look what the cat dragged in Look what the cat, look what the cat, look what the cat dragged in