Blowin' Chunks

Drank a twelve pack and smoked six bowls

Now it's starting to takes its toll

Can't hold it in for too long

You're gonna do the technicolor yawn

Now you've got the vicious spins

Doing pennance for your drunkin sins

I think its time to clear throat

I think you know the anecdote[Chorus:]

Great big piles of chewed up food

Breakfast lunch and dinner too

There's gonna be some wreckage dude

On your shoesJust exploded on the hallway floor

Couldn't make it to the bathroom door

Crawl across the tiles on your hands and knees

Bathroom floor stinking of pee

Dryheaves, convulsions, wish you were dead

You pass out and you puke in bed

I think its time your clear your throat

I think you know the anecdote[Repeat Chorus]Blowin' Chunks!!! [4x][Repeat Chorus]