I woke up this morning feeling pretty hungry
I told the little wife, here's what she said to me
"I'm a Redbook readin', healthy livin, body and mind
gonna feed my man some wheat germ and none of that swine"
I couldn't help but frown but I said "oh yummy"
but uhhhhhhhh-ughhhhhhhhh, I ate something yucky

After about four bites, I started feeling real shitty
and she had the nerve to ask me "does my new dress look pretty?"
I couldn't hear nothing, except my tummy
rumba-liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, oh, I ate something yucky

Running to the toilet, dropping down to my knees
gagging up a little, oh, and feeling such queez
here it comes now, oh God, it's gonna be chunky
Ah-eccccccccccccchhh, I ate something yucky
oh-ewwwwwwwwwww, dear God, that is yucky

Well, I sat there on my knees until they went numb
but I couldn't leave just yet, 'cause i knew more could come up
Then, I heard a stupid voice say "what's wrong honey"?
Oh- biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittch, I ate something yucky
yeah-youuuuuuuuuuuuu, you made something yucky

She helped me to my feet, oh, but I had a plan
I threw up on her new dress for a little revenge
Now, she makes bacon and eggs and biscuits with honey
and nowwwwwwwww, she don't make nothing yucky
yeah-ooooooooooooo, she don't make nothing yucky