I see everything green, I watch the world spin

should never have mixed the rum with the gin

and I think to myself: Where am I gonna hurl?

My stomach starts to churn, it's like a bad dream

was it the midori - or the Irish Cream?

and I think to myself: Where am I gonna hurl?

I try to run outside to liquid laugh upon the lawn

I fall upon the stairs here comes a technicolor yawn

so I crawl to the loo, and I kneel there alone

and I call for Herb down the big white telephone

I chunder and I retch and bring up my lunch

it seems scotch and bourbon don't make a good punch

and I think to myself: Don't be such a big girl.

At last I stop my spewing, the toilet flushes clear

my mouth feels like a birdcage so I grab an ice cold beer

I feel human again, and I'll be all right

I should know, that was my fourth big spew tonight

I decide to eat supper, and scoff five lamb chops

that's when I discover that old bottle of schnapps

and I think to myself: Well I'll give that a burl

Yes I think to myself, this will make your hair curl.

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