Dribble, drool, droop—
I don’t know what I’ve got
(I don’t know what I’ve got).

Well, I’ve been saggin’ and really boggin’ down (drool, droop).
And I’ve got a kind of nasty feel all around (drool, droop).
Then luncheon comes up on me…coulda been the fries (gruel soup?).
It’s to the toilet or the sink that the barf is applied.

It’s been dribble, drool, droop;
then I threw up a lot.
I dribbled, drooled, drooped—
then I threw up a lot.

Ugh! It’s dribble, drool, droop, and my head feels ill (head too)…
like I chugged down Thunderbird…had too many swills (swills, slews).
I hope I’ve feel relieved when I take some more
Tylenol and ibuprofen; down ’em by the score.

It’s been dribble, drool, droop;
then I threw up a lot.
I dribbled, drooled, drooped—
then I threw up a lot.

I’ve got a combination upchuck, body aches galore.
Runny turds I been sh*ttin’, and some hit the floor!
And if that ain’t enough, I went and bit my lip.
It really stings; and I’ve got pink eye badly.

I’m numb, ain’t feelin’ fine; may face has turned green (pea soup).
I’ve been drinkin’ a lot of water, and my right leg leans (and droops).
I got no sense of taste, lost my love for beer (and booze)
I merely mumble and can hardly hear.

There are twigs in my poop; I don’t know what I’ve got.
I don’t think that it’s croup; I don’t know what I’ve got.