Oh when a drunk kneels down
And starts to barf up food and hooch,
And his shoes get so sogged,
This isn't a guy that you'd hie to smooch.

Chundered on boardwalk--
Out pumped a sea,
Once a banquet of babyback ribs fare left me.

Chundered on boardwalk,
Out came a bunch,
Chunder on boardwalk
That had once been my lunch,
Chunder on boardwalk,
People walking around
Chunder on boardwalk,
Me, crawling like a hound
Upon the boardwalk, boardwalk.

Up came pork and beer,
A hearty pong from the craw then welled.
It's just like offal waste:
Those hot dogs and French fries sure smelled.

Chundered on boardwalk,
Out pumped a sea,
Once a banquet of transfat-dipped fare left me.

Chundered on boardwalk,
Out came the punch,
Chunder on boardwalk
With which I'd washed down lunch,
Chunder on boardwalk,
People walking around
Chunder on boardwalk,
Skirting appalling mound:
Chunder on boardwalk, boardwalk.

Chundered on boardwalk,
Out pumped the peas.
They'd been banished with the baked beans from within me.

Chundered on boardwalk,
Out pumped a piece
Of some branded beef basted with bad brandy.