Dry Heaves - D.R.I.

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 fucked 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