Sitting by the john, with his head hung low
Couldn't get a bucket, he was about to blow
Heard the roar of his gut, it was a bad wonton
Put his face to the bowl, then like a puklear bomb

He heard one sitar, wasn't very good
Stupid chinese music, stupid chinese food
Saw him throw up 6 things, in a second, I believe
God, he knew how to hurl, and he knew how to heave

That dumb sitar, in his ears it'd ring
It played right along, with the spewing
That dumb sitar, felt way down low
Many pounds of vomit, only "wonton" to go

So he started ralphing
Ain't never gonna stop
Gonna fill that toilet
Someone better get this boy a box

'Cause he's a puke box hero, with barf in his mouth
He's a puke box hero
That one sitar, puke box hero, barf in his mouth
Puke box hero, he's still alive, right?

On a shirt without a stain, was a heavy downpour
Couldn't pass it out his ass (through the backstage door)
A second trip through the throat, just doesn't taste the same
And that one sitar made his whole head ache

And now he's upchucking
He just can't stop
Gotta keep on puking
That boy has filled it to the top

He's a puke box hero, with barf in his mouth
He's a puke box hero, with barf in his mouth
He's a puke box hero, with barf in his mouth
And that dumb sitar. Is he alive?
He's alive, right?

Yeah, he's gotta keep puking
He just can't stop
Gotta keep on puking
Someone has got to get a mop

'Cause he's a puke box hero, with barf in his mouth
He's a puke box hero, with barf in his mouth
That dumb sitar. There's barf in his mouth
He's just a puke box hero, aah aah aah
Puke box hero, puke box hero, he's got barf in his mouth
Barf in his mouth