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I think I'm gonna spew
What are you gonna do?
Gonna get that goo
On my new shoe
My meal is through
I thought you oughta know
I've got some chunks to blow
When up I throw
On Cousin Joe
It'll be quite a show
All my intestinal juices
Are coming back out in the air
They don't like how dark
It is down in there
All my esophageal burning
My tummy inferno
Makes me believe that I'll never keep anything down
The stuff that I drank from this mug
I just put back on your rug
I'll give you a sheepish smile,
'Cause I just went projectile
I hope you don't mind looking at my bile
Our honeymoonin' tropical vacation,
Will soon be spoiled by my regurgitation
Watch where you sit
Beware my spit
'Cause it's got a bit of breakfast, lunch, and dinner, plus that week old piece of pizza that I picked up off the floor
Though the fragrance isn't quite as nice as roses,
And the process isn't very democratic
When your body does its business and disposes,
Arguing won't help
Just let it come
But not on the cat. Ick!
What are you gonna think,
But I swear I haven't had a thing to drink
My stomach starts to sink,
And I start to stink
I hope I didn't stain your real expensive mink
(period of nauseous uncertainty, followed by acceptance into Nirvana... )
(not the band; that would sound entirely different) (MarlinsGirl) |
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