I feel some bad food risin',
Regurgitation's on its way.
I feel burp quakes I'm fightin',
I feel like I'm set to spray.

Please bound from my sight,
With fountains I'll be rife,
There's some bad food on the rise.

I feel some burped plantains are goin',
I know, other end soon will boom.
I fear rippers overflowin',
It's clear the choice I ate I'm ruin'.

Please bound from my sight,
With fountains I'm now rife,
I feel bad food on my thighs.

Oh, shite!

[gutar solo]

Opened, my gut starts to splatter,
I feel like I am gonna die.
Looks like we're in for nasty matter,
I wish I could close the brown eye.

Please bound from my sight,
With fountains I'm now rife.
Bad food drops and's on the rise.