Wenn ich "am Morgen danach" wach werde, die Schwere in meinem Kopf fühle und nur eines außer Schmerz in meinem Schädel herum geht: "Das war zu viel". Dann ist der Zeitpunkt, dieses Lied von Nancy Sinatra und Lee Hazelwood auf und ab zu hören...

Summer Wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn´t find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine

When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin´ for more summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine