I see walls turning green, I watch them spin

I should never have mixed that rum with the gin

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

I try to get outside and liquid laugh upon the lawn

But fall upon the stairs, here comes a Technicolor yawn

So I crawl to the loo and I kneel there alone

Calling for Herb down that big white phone

I gag and I heave say g'day to 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

As I spew in the loo, I have to laugh

coz after a while, I run out of barf

and I think to myself, what a chunderful world.

My eyes they finish watering, the toilet flushes clear

My mouth feels like a budgie cage so I grab an ice cold beer

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

I oughtta know, that's my fourth big spew tonight

I eat a pack of prawn crackers, and two cold lamb chops

That's when I find that old bottle of schnapps

and I think to myself: well I'll give this a burl

yes, I think to myself: it's just one more good hurl.