Dry Heaves

I Was Drinking Beer, Then I Was Drinking Jager

I Know I Shouldn't Mix The Two, I Always Pay Later

But That's Just Beside The Point, What Is Done Is Done

Now I'm Hurting Real Bad And I've Got The Runs

I Hate The Dry Heaves, I Hate Dry Heaves

I Hate The Dry Heaves, I Hate Dry Heaves

I Was Talking To You Then I Was On The Ground

When I Shut My Eyes, Everything Spun Around

When I'm So f**ked Up, I Forget Where I Am

I Feel So Bad, I Puked In Your Van

Gut-Wrenching Spasms That Just Won't Stop

Trying To Squeeze Out Just One Last Drop

My Gut Tied In Knots, Nothing Left Inside

Thank You So Much For Giving Me A Ride

I Hate The Dry Heaves, I Hate Dry Heaves

I Hate The Dry Heaves, I Hate Dry Heaves