I guess in hindsight, I shouldn't have boarded
This aeroplane
'Cause the weather is bumpy, my stomach is churning
Driving me insane
I don't know why I asked for the shrimp parmigiana
And those seven cans of Coke

Well, I think I'm going to hurl
And now my stomach's about to surrender
I need an air-sick bag around my mouth
I'm about to regurgitate

I feel it coming, I'm going to clock some
Frequent Hurler miles
While all the flight staff move quickly to spray disinfectant
All up and down the aisles
If I was able to open my window
Then I'm sure that I'd feel good

But I think I'm going to hurl
And now my stomach's about to surrender
I need an air-sick bag around my mouth
I'm about to regurgitate

And when I spew
As I'm sure I will
All that I ate
Will be here still
They'll clean it up
I'll change my seat
Next time I fly
Don't think I'll eat

I think I'm going to hurl
And now my stomach's about to surrender
I need an air-sick bag around my mouth
I'm about to regurgitate

Well, I think I'm going to hurl
It's like my insides have been through a blender
I need an air-sick bag around my mouth
I'm about to regurgitate

I think I'm going to hurl
And now my stomach's about to surrender
I need an air-sick bag around my mouth
I'm about to regurgitate