It's 2am on a friday night
and i'm looking an awful sight
Bits of puke on the end of my sleaves
it's more than just the dry heaves
On my knees with an aching throb
Praying to, the porcelain god

Chorus
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Technicolour Yawning
Feel Better In The Morning
Technicolour Yawning

Carrot chunks in a sour sauce
projecting out at tremendous force
It's in my hair and it's in my beard
on my shirt it's surely smeared
Laying there my final convultion
shoots out vomit with great propulsion

Chorus

Jazzy Section
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Sick upon my shoe, Sick all over you.
Vomit in my hair, vomit everywhere.
Puking on my feet, Puking to a beat
skib-ba-de-bub-bub-bedup-ded-dub-bud

Chorus

Technicolour Yawning!