Well, woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand.
Whose wine? What wine? Where the hell did I dine?
Must have been a dream I don't believe where I've been.
Come on, let's do it again.
Do you...you, feell ike I do?
How'd ya feel?
Do you...you, feel like I do?
My friend got busted, just the other day.
They said,'Don't walk, don't walk, don't walk away.'
Drove him to a taxi, bent the boot, hit the bag.
Had to play some music, wonder why's he [brag or drag].
Do you...you, feel like I do?
How'd ya [turns from mic, can't catch it]?
Do you...you, feel like I...
[1st guitar solo]
Do you...you, feel like I do?
Yes ya do.
Do you...you, feel like I do?
Champagne for breakfast and a Sherman in my hand.
Presoaked, presale, never fails.
Must have been a dream I don't believe where I've been.
Come on, let's do it again.
Do you...you, feel like I do?
How'd ya feel?
Writer(s): Peter Kenneth Frampton, Rick Wills, John T. Siomos, Mick Gallagher
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