Drank a twelve pack and smoked six bowls
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Now it's starting to takes its toll
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Can't hold it in for too long
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You're gonna do the technicolor yawn
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Now you've got the vicious spins
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Doing pennance for your drunkin sins
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I think its time to clear throat
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I think you know the anecdote
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[Chorus:]
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Great big piles of chewed up food
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Breakfast lunch and dinner too
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There's gonna be some wreckage dude
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On your shoes
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Just exploded on the hallway floor
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Couldn't make it to the bathroom door
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Crawl across the tiles on your hands and knees
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Bathroom floor stinking of pee
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Dryheaves, convulsions, wish you were dead
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You pass out and you puke in bed
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I think its time your clear your throat
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I think you know the anecdote
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Blowin' Chunks!!! <i>[4x]
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Blowin' Chunks
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| Quincy Punx |
