Well, woke up this morning with bad sunburn on my face.
Red skin, burnt skin, what a beach bum disgrace.
Must have fallen asleep at Newport yesterday.
Oh no, call Dr. Bombay.

Do you, you, peel like I do?
How’d ya peel?
Do you, you, peel like I do?

I’ve got these blisters, white pus down to the bone.
Fresh pus, flesh bus, not suntan prone.
Sent me to the ER, skin pulled off by the sheets.
Arm peels, leg peels, right down to my feets.

Do you, you, peel like I do?
How’d ya peel?
Do you, you, peel like I do?

Solo

Do you, you, peel like I do?
How’d ya peel?
Do you, you, peel like I do?

Got Calamine lotion to soothe these ugly bubbles.
One shot of whiskey? Better make it doubles.
Must have been a cream that felt like menthol ice,
Skin suicide, I’m payin’ the price.

Do you, you, peel like I do?
How’d ya peel?
Do you, you, peel like I do?

Solo 2

Do you peel like I do?
Do you squeal like I do?
One more brew.
Do you congeal like I do?
Do you peel, do you peel like I do?

Solo 3

(Voice box):
Both arms and legs have peeled.
Bad blow the sun’s dealed.
Do you peel, like I do?
I want to peel you.
Do you squeal like I do?
That’s all night, that’s all night, I squeal.
Feel you’d like a good peel.
In two weeks time it’ll heal.
It’ll heal, it’ll heal, it’ll heal, it’ll heal, it’ll heal.

Solo to end.