Stumbling is the way he moves--
Reflects the fact that he's a drunkard.
Stumbling, as he sways--so woozy.

We've better be leaving now,
'Cause he's gonna heave, and how!

Rumbling, the bile starts to blow.
Right now, we need to duck for cover!
Tumbling to the tile--tortoni.*

It's too late to leave him now.
He's heaved his din-din, and how!

He asks me for "hair of Fido."
I say, "No!" I say , "No!
Your sickness landed on my toe. . .
Mephisto, Mephisto."*

Something has decayed my shoes--
Passed through the esophageal sphincter.
Stomach things have eroded feet.

Although he's beleaguered now,
You know I'm aggrieved, and how!