Anyone who’s ever had that sinking feeling as they get ready to go to work will empathise with this song. The title says it all.

Twisted and depraved from their band name to the first groove of their first record, The Butthole Surfers left a suitably filthy stain on punk history (and I mean that as a compliment) the moment they appeared back in 1977.

That’s the year front man Gibby Haynes – son of a Dallas-based children’s TV host known as “Mr Peppermint” – met guitarist Paul Leary at college in San Antonio. Four years later, while working as an accountant (no kidding), Haynes formed his first band with Leary.

The Ashtray Baby Heads soon changed their name to Nine Foot Worm Makes Home Food before becoming the band we know and love… after a radio announcer mistakenly took the name of an early song to be their name. Adding drummer King Coffey and bassist Teresa Nervosa, they released their debut album, Brown Reason To Live, on Jello Biafra’s label Alternative Tentacles in 1983.

Gigs were not for the faint of heart, resembling a travelling freak show with nude dancers, film clips of sex-change operations and Haynes revealing his inner pyromaniac – all of which attracted a devout cult following.

Their best album is 1987’s Locust Abortion Technician, an extremist fusion of punk, metal, art rock, and worldbeat rhythms, and their worst may well be their faux-Zeppelin tribute Hairway To Steven.

In the ’90s, like fellow provocateurs Laibach, they shocked previously unshockable fans of their unlistenable music by taking a turn in the opposite direction, making deliberately “listenable” records – one of them (Independent Worm Saloon) produced by Led Zep bassist John Paul Jones.

They even had a hit single with the rap-metal hybrid Pepper in 1996, from the album Electriclarryland, causing consternation to radio presenters around the world, who settled on calling its perpetrators The BH Surfers.