Oh, my god, oh h*ll, I am nauseous
Drank too much, and I over-ate
Can you hear me now calling for Earl*
Pukin’ on the lawn
A summer's day, barfin’ and a-nauseous
I am sick, here on Chunder Island

Drank Bud Light, ate some Stop-N-Rob nachos
Watchin' "Twin Peaks", our motel, it was raunch-o
And late that night, when our stomachs churned
And our mouths spewed bile
Projectile-puked, no help from Ipecac- ack!
Stomach flu, there on Chunder Island

Before the john
Until the bug passed
And we cleaned up all the pukey puddles
Sleazy motel, leavin’ at the noontime, sweet noontime
So, now we’re gone, we’re goin’ home now
On the road, in a Chevy van
Now, my gut’s OK, it’s A-OK
And I’m totally sober
I'll remember that GG tribute concert*
And gettin’ sick, there on Chunder Island