Folded up, feeling much worse
I am nauseous once again
While the DJs are pumpingg disco
Peristaltic walls close up in me
Vomits rising, wave on wave
That is all it takes, and outside it comes, (bwaaaahhh!)

One drink of the cheap stuff on ice, with an olive, and it was hot
Two drinks, a couple Millers--a crutch--with cheese fries. Two drinks!

My guts starts unraveling, and I whine and I moan
My mind starts to shrivel and fly into deep space

Three drinks--a trinity!--I made my digestion worse
Three drinks!
Four drinks--I ate some cambembert, a roasted capon, a glazed pear
Four drinks!

My guts starts unraveling, and I whine and I moan
My mind starts to shrivel and fly into deep space

Guys in the john pass me by
In between spasms, I say "Hi"
And my tongue gets that sour-taste business
Room smells, I tingle, and it stinks
Why'd I eat and drink those things?
Should someone get a doctor in here?

Well on the floor there's a porcelain toilet
On the toilet ther'es an open seat
On the rim that's me hurling
And all my puking is not worth a look

My guts starts unraveling, and I whine and I moan
My mind starts to shrivel and fly into deep space
Throwing up
Looking for a place to puke
Throwing up
Looking for a place to puke
Throwing up
Looking for a place to puke

My guts then unravel
My guts then unravel
Sweat dripping off of my face
My guts then unravel
My guts then unravel
Sweat dripping off of my face
My guts then unravel
Dinner's outside
My guts then unravel
Sweat dripping off of my face
My guts then unravel
Dinner's outside
My guts then unravel
Sweat dripping off of my face

The heaving's stopped, I don't know when
I'll ever eat again
What a bugger, gonna have to change this
There's a big stain on my shirt
I feel better by a third
Well. i guess I better get out of here