I met a gin-soaked barf-rude queen, a drench sis.
She tried to take me for a rock 'n' rye.
I have to grieve her with a cross-sex "nosir!"
Then a rancid stream of drink hurled in my eye.

She's a drunk-as-skunk woman
Gives me, gives me, gives me the pump-up-lunch spews.

She sprayed a potpourri of chewed pork. . .hit me.
She'd had to bring up lunchtime, chunks-fly'n' bites.
The lady then, she covered me with sloe gin.
She blew her lunch. . .went straight into my eye

Yech! She's a drunk-as-skunk woman
Gives me, gives me, gives me the pump-up-lunch spews.

Yuck! She's a drunk-as-skunk woman
Gives me, gives me, gives me the pumped-up-lunch goos.