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Nausea, Vomiting and Diarrhoea
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| Sand Leaper |
My feet are drenched with sweat, my scrapyard's sodden
I haven’t been this bad since I don't know I've forgotten
Look at those stains in the bed, I suppose they must be mine
Nice and queasy does it, does it, does it every time
NAUSEA, VOMITING AND DIARRHOEA
It must have been that pork pie
It can't have been the beer
Quick nurse bring the screens
I'm feeling rather queer
I think I'm going to have a little bit of trouble
I don't feel well and my guts are starting to rumble
Then I dare to leave the house, half way down the stairs and then
Ooh baby, baby, baby, oops I did it again
NAUSEA, VOMITING AND DIARRHOEA
It must have been that pork pie
It can't have been the beer
Quick nurse fetch the screens
I'm getting rather near
The doctor said this stomach bug that's lodging
Well it's your own bloody fault, as you will keep going splodging
If you lead your life that way, you'll find it is expectant
Here’s a script for some toilet roll
And a litre of disinfectant
NAUSEA, VOMITING AND DIARRHOEA
It must have been that pork pie
It can't have been the beer
Bring us some clean pants
I'm getting rather near |
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| MaRt |
| Thanks for the laugh. :stongue: |
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