sunday morning, out with my buddies
we're ice skating down by the pond
and when my wendy shows up
that's when my tummy throws up
you know i couldn't make it back to the john

christ, you know i feel queasy
and i'm as hot as can be
i wish she was goin'
she always nauseates me

had a party down at the schoolhouse
wendy asks me if we can dance
my head starts to wag
i'm starting to gag
you know she didn't even give me a chance

christ, you know i feel queasy
and i'm as hot as can be
i wish she was goin'
she always nauseates me

throwin' up my breakfast every single day
losing lunch with regularity
last night, my mom said
poor boy, you're half dead
you can't keep nothing down
to save your soul
dig?

must be puppy love cause i'm bitten
lyin' in my bed for a week
my dear sister said
hey, what you doin' in bed?
i said its stomach ache relief that i seek

christ, you know i feel queasy
and i'm as hot as can be
i wish she was goin'
she always nauseates me

climbing up the tree to my clubhouse
eating chocolate cake in the back
i've been such a mess
i have to confess
its good to have my appetite back

christ, you know i feel queasy
and i'm as hot as can be
i wish she was goin'
she always nauseates me