In my bedroom on a sunny day
I feel blue inside, can’t go to school today
I guess you’d say
Boy you look so green today
My hurl (my hurl, my hurl)
Talking about my hurl (my hurl)

I woke up this morning feeling so queasy
Up came last night’s dinner on mom’s new tapestry
Well I guess you’d say
What’s that smell coming this way?
My hurl (my hurl, my hurl)
Talking about my hurl (my hurl)

All that vomit’s running, making a stain
Mom’s got all the resolves baby that she can aim
Well I’d have to say
How I hate to feel this way
My hurl (my hurl, my hurl)
Talking about my hurl (my hurl)

I’m laying down on a sunny day 'cause my hurl
I feel worse than the month of May when I hurl