Too much nosh & too much booze
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He spent all night in the bog with the blues
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An aching head, intoxicated
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He didn't even know he was constipated
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He forced & he frowned, he pushed & he stained
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But on the toilet seat he remained
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He let out a shout as he passed out
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& his gut was rearranged
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No walks in the park, no drinks, no grub
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He can't embark on a trip to the pub
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He sits in the dark, and says don't trouble me
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[Counterpoint Chorus:]
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No one sees he's a ruptured man
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He can't sneeze like you normally can
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They're all mean, they're all riff raff
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He turns green when they make him laugh
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Ernie had a. Ernie had a...
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Hernia, a hernie
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Ernie had a. Ernie had a...
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Hernia, a hernie...
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He had a hernia
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He can't stand up, her can't lie flat
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The torment in his tummy preventing that
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He can't sit down, can't go anywhere
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The devil in his belly proving too much to bear
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He can't go out & he can't stay in
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Oh what's it all about? He just can't win
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No chance of a bath or to see the lavatory for him
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Ernie had a...<i>[guitar bit]
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Ernie never smiles & he dare not grin
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An aggravating abdomen wearing him thin
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Ernie had a hernia but he did not give in
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Ernia had a...
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He had a hernia
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Ernie Had An Hernia
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