Well your day was long, and at night, at night you hit the bars,
now you're sure you've had too much rum and cokes, and you're cocked.

Don't hold it all in, everybody tries
and everybody hurls sometimes.
Sometimes everyone is drunk.
Now it's time to toss your lunch.

When you're praying at the throne (puke on, puke on)
if you feel like letting go, (puke on)
don't promise that you'll never drink again, 'cause come on.

Everybody hurls.
>From comfort from the south.
Everybody hurls.

Go blow your chunks. Oh, yeah.
Go blow your chunks.
If the room is spinning 'round, go, go, go, go find the throne

If you wake up in your spew,
your hair and face are drenched,
well you know you had too much last night of that Mike's.

Well, everybody hurls sometimes, don't believe their lies
'cause everybody hurls somtimes.
Yeah, everbody hurls sometimes.
Dont hold on, puke on.
Puke on, puke on.
Puke on, puke on.
Puke on, puke on.
(repeat fade)
(I've gotta hurl. Where is the throne?)