They were Better Going Down Crisp Crispofferson

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my gut that didn't hurt;
It wasn't the tequila
'twas the cookies that I had for my desert
I had icing on my Dockers and mys shoes
An found chocolate chips covering my shirt
I took asperin and tylenol
and stumbled to the bathroom for relief.

I'd been ot the night before
with Caitrin and some Catters who were pickin';
And I say some kid gettin drunk
Clinging to the bowl that he was lickin
I thought that I would be OK until some troll went and called me chicken
Then I put some cookies in my mouth and
that is how I went and came to grief

{soc} Now I'm tossing up my cookies, Yes I'm talking to the John
There's a price to pay on Sunday, When you tie one on
And there's nothin' worse than barfin' Its such a mournful sound
Now I'm tossin up my cookies and they were so much better going down
{eoc}

At the mall I saw a daddy with a chubby little girl and he was buying
Cookies for them both but he should have bought the burgers that were frying
Then I headed back for home, to my john, this diarrhea sure is trying.
And it echoed through the plumbing and my arse felt like I'd passed a coral reef