I've been walkin' these streets so long,
Spritzin' up, makin' pong.
I've blown every snack I've ingested:
Fries, dogs, hogs, cod, whey.
I'm hurlin' up game from the flame,
Shaved ice, wine, all washed away
As they go down the drain.

There's been a lot o' conch that's risin'
Up my throat, the chunks comprisin'
Brunch, pies, goobers, groats, hare: delights of gastronomy.

I'm a Rhine-stoned cowboy,
'bibin', soused, surly coarse,
Prone to barf, dangle out and go.
I'm a Rhine-stoned cowboy. . .
Ingest carp and retch it
Then sleep with every 'ho' I know. . .
Can't boff 'er--stewed, like me, is my bone.

Well, the bystanders mind the rain
That issues past my facial plane,
Cascades, cakes on their clothing's domain,
Arrayed in an odd way.
And they scream: "This stinks, so do you!"
'cause my Subway hoagie's
Now a dollop stuck on a shined shoe.
And there's a lot of choler risin',
Then some guy my collar's prising,
But just then it blows: detritus of gastronomy.

I'm a Rhined, thrown-chow boy. . .
Primed, his mouth, for discourse;
Now my barf dangles down his throat.
He's a Rhine-choked chow boy. . .
Ingests indirectly
What I'd eaten, and I emote:
"Hey, 'cow' boy, chew my cud!" I intone.