If you've got the pipe
Fill it with shite
We'll smoke it all up
And then puke all night
If you've got the junk
Then sell it outta your trunk
Then everyone here
Can then puke all night
Puke it out then
We'll puke it all again
The more you puke out
The more we'll put back in
If you've got the burgs
Then I've got the beers
We'll pack it all in
And then puke all night
If you've got the chicks
Then I've got the riffs
To strip 'em all down
And then puke on them
Oh god, look at her
Something is not right
Whatta sight, get her outta the light
I'm gonna puke, here it comes
Puke it out then
We'll puke it all again
The more you puke out
The more we'll put back in