I slowly open up one eyeFeel a pounding in my headMy mouth tastes like i ate my socksLord i think i must be deadThere’s something lying next to meIts got a hairy ugly faceI saw her in a movie onceThe thing from outer spaceI see little creepy crawlersIn the corners of my eyeWhen i try to look at themThey flap their little wings and flyI reach out for the nearest beerIt tastes as warm as peeIt’s full of soggy old ciggy buttsBut i only swallowed threeChorus:It was a crawling home pukerThat made me this wayA crawling home pukerNow i’ve gotta payI ainât no quitterIâll party till the endBut if i live through this oneIâll never do it againI fall down upon my kneesPut my arms around the stoolI whisper to my toilet bowlThanks for being so coolMy stomach feels like jelloMy brains have turned to mushMy toilet’s over flowingI don’t have the strength to flushI got crusties on my eyeballsAnd my teeth are growing hairAnd i smell just like a beagleWhen he’s passing stinky airI feel like death warmed overAnd i think i’ve got the runsThen someone cracks a beer and saysHey, have a beer you old son of a gun(repeat chorus)