Chyme, it won't subside, guess you're sick
Chyme, upward it slides, wet and slick

Chow chewed, down should stay
Not spew out retch-edly
But food comes running back (It isn't good, baby)
Food from crummy snack (Thrivin' mold provokes messy chyme to pour)
Chewed up tummy tract debris

Yeah, chyme should stay inside, belly bits
Chyme, downward should glide, yet it lifts

You're hurling your food slime
A chunk-sprayin' spree
Food comes running back (It isn't good, darling)
Crude lumps, scummy flack (Blended mess of slime rife with goo, baby)
Stew chunks--plumbing wrath--spew free

So you fret, baby, so upset
So regret the tainted stuff you downed
And baby, you wanna drench your heartburn fire
Remember
That awful heavin' sound
And your woe, it grows
Try to hold down the messy chyme deplored
Crude tummy scum blast
Bleah, chewed tummy chunks passed, baby
Vexin', retchin', hawking up your corn
Bleah!

Chyme is meant to hide, best within
Chyme, in, should reside, retching's grim

Chucked-up rotten meal stuff
The chyme, it just reeks
Food comes running back (The food you ate today)
Food from crummy snack (You're scolding and sore)
Chewed up tummy tract debris
Yes, chyme, chyme, chyme, it won't subside, yes you're sick
Baby, slime, slime, slime, it's gross and slides, wet and thick
Baby, chyme, chyme, chyme, it's so decried
Bleah!