There ain't two things my wife makes that are worth eatin
It tastes like burned wood or "Worm Ala Cretin"
I don't need my food from the gourmet sites
But this is wrong and it just might kill me tonight

This is where time fades to black, and I face it, I'm done

Chorus (Wailin)

Cause I been pukin up breakfast, I'm ailin and I really hate the noise
This yucky mess that she's been cookin's got me hurlin
Like the Blair girl not by choice
Between "Rank Innards", "Strained Dog", "Blueberry Glazed Frog"
And two flies cryin out in pain
I been pukin up breakfast
Ain't no way I'll eat this again

So baby let's sell those pots and pans
Buy some food don't taste so bad it's thrown away
This "Goat And Lye" is chokin me
There's no doubt it's Murder Three, I've died all day
I've been busy weepin, cause sup's "Piss And Moan"
Four heave barrage and it's still comin on

This is where time fades to black, and I face it, I'm done

Chorus (Wailin)

Chorus (Willie)

Cause I been pukin up breakfast, I'm ailin and I really hate the noise
This yucky mess that she's been cookin's got me hurlin
Like the Blair girl with more voice
Between "Road Kill And Brains" slop, and "Hairy Stiff Crane" glop
And two flies cryin out in pain
I've been pukin up breakfast
Ain't no way I'll eat this again