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Puke on his shirt

[Verse 1]
He's so drunk he's pissin on the wall
The locals don't like him and he's getting hit by a football
He's a fat slob and he loves to drink beer
He can't go for a day without keeping beer at away
That's right he's an alcohol he drinks everyday.

[Chorus]
Cos he's got Puke down his shirt yeah
He looks really dirty
His wife is really worried
But he aint in any hurry

[Verse 2]
His wife is at home waiting for him to arrive
But he's got that weird gutsy feeling inside
His Wife will always tell ya
Drinkin Beer is his best
But she won't drink with the rest.


Cos he's got Puke down his shirt yeah
He looks really dirty
His wife is really worried
But he aint in any hurry

[Verse 3]
What will your papa do when he sees
Your mama kissin' a drunken man
Ah ah
Are you seeing a drunk man puking on the wall
Are you hoping that he will start to fall
Do you wish you could push him down a hillside
In a trolley you have made
When he lands on his head
Then he has been slayed.

[Chorus]
Cos he's got Puke down his shirt yeah
He looks really dirty
His wife is really worried
But he aint in any hurry
Puke on his shirt    [Verse 1]  He's so drunk he's pissin on the wall  The locals don't like him and he's getting hit by a football  He's a fat slob and he loves to drink beer  He can't go for a day without keeping beer at away   That's right he's an alcohol he drinks everyday.    [Chorus]  Cos he's got Puke down his shirt yeah  He looks really dirty  His wife is really worried  But he aint in any hurry    [Verse 2]  His wife is at home waiting for him to arrive  But he's got that weird gutsy feeling inside  His Wife will always tell ya  Drinkin Beer is his best  But she won't drink with the rest.      Cos he's got Puke down his shirt yeah  He looks really dirty  His wife is really worried  But he aint in any hurry    [Verse 3]  What will your papa do when he sees  Your mama kissin' a drunken man  Ah ah  Are you seeing a drunk man puking on the wall  Are you hoping that he will start to fall  Do you wish you could push him down a hillside  In a trolley you have made  When he lands on his head  Then he has been slayed.    [Chorus]  Cos he's got Puke down his shirt yeah  He looks really dirty  His wife is really worried  But he aint in any hurry