(Instrumental intro)

At my house I have some snack rolls
You can come for brunch if you want to
When you call if I don't answer
Might be in the pool in the backyard
I'll make sure the beer is cold but if
you wants Coors you'll have to bring your own


Just last night I bought some snack chips
Salty, with dip, goes good with a beer
We will probably eat too much
We'll belch, we'll fart, and make grunting noises
Ordered pizza; got here cold and stiff
but after four beers it all tastes the same
Yes, it tastes the same
I think it all tastes the same, yeah, like dog chow

(Instrumental break - guitar solo)


By the time that we're through eating
The smells from the booze and farts will be reeking
Indigestion, constipation
This food today will turn to doo-doo come tomorrow
All the junk-food turns to crud and stinks
You don't think so? Go take a whiff, bub
It's like a septic tank
It's really getting rank
I think it's clogged my drain
I think it's clogging my drain

(Instrumentals to end)