*stomach rumble*
Ohhh...

A one two three, duck my head and stomach squeeze,
Because I drunk some brine and it really made my tummy whine.
And then I drunk some wine, now I'm heaving on a traffic sign.
A four five six, you come to take some pics,
Cuz it's so damn funny when my barf is splattering runny.

Chunks of fruits,
Lungs down there,
Piece of meat and a,
Wet black hair.

Well I can see, my morning tea.
This goop is filled with lots of bran, yeah.
Quite gooey as my lunch does spray.
The floor is wet from spat buffet, yeah.

I said do you wanna see me hurl?

Now I don floaties cuz I dread another sea,
I pause to puke for a-while now I'm reeling from a lack of bile.
I say, it looks quite vile. Crap's congealing on my kitchen tiles.
With more lime sick, plumbing must need a fix.
As I hold to the dunny, rivers spray like a sewer.

Big Mac spew,
Chunder airs,
Did I eat half of,
Subway's wares?

Well I can see a foam melee.
My spew has hit the chunder fan.
Why'd'you scream as my guts have their say?
Abhor my retch-ed wet oration.

I said do you wanna to see me hurl?

Oh, blerrrgh!

I can see afternoon tea.
Regurgitator? Not a fan, yeah.
Vomiting is, argh, such an ache.
So much to give that I did take, yeah.

See me hurl. See me hurl.
Do you wanna see me hurl?
Blerrrgh!