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Bucky Covington parody
Warning: Not for the squeamish.
Disclaimer: Photocrap does not condone underage drinking.
I'll Yack
(Parody of Bucky Covington's "I'll Walk")
We were 18, late on prom night.
After a bunch of Bud Lights.
She said "I'm feeling sick".
I laughed and took another sip, "I don't know what you are sweating for".
She gagged chunks running to the bathroom door.
Sayin' I'll yack.
Please hold my hair
Drank too much beer, and I've got some to spare.
So just be quiet.
My supper's comin' back.
I'll heave, it's squirtin'
I'll yack.
There was a dark stain on her dress.
Sweet and sour chicken, what a mess
I never will forget the sound, of all her insides coming out
Then she told me breakfast was coming next.
She cried this puke ain't over yet.
She said, I'll yack.
Please hold my hair
Drank too much Bud, think I felt my stomach tear
So just be quiet.
While Anheuser attacks.
I'll heave, sight's blurry.
I'll yack.
Held my alcohol through everything
Till the sights and smells got to me
I covered my mouth just coughin', pork startin' to rise.
She had the porcelain throne, but my splatter came in a rush.
I didn't get back the deposit on that tux.
Cause man, I yacked.
With shaking hands
And my whole body hurt, I couldn't walk or stand.
Prayin' that I'd die
As I spewed and hacked
Stinkin' and dirty
I yacked.
Disclaimer: Photocrap does not condone underage drinking.
I'll Yack
(Parody of Bucky Covington's "I'll Walk")
We were 18, late on prom night.
After a bunch of Bud Lights.
She said "I'm feeling sick".
I laughed and took another sip, "I don't know what you are sweating for".
She gagged chunks running to the bathroom door.
Sayin' I'll yack.
Please hold my hair
Drank too much beer, and I've got some to spare.
So just be quiet.
My supper's comin' back.
I'll heave, it's squirtin'
I'll yack.
There was a dark stain on her dress.
Sweet and sour chicken, what a mess
I never will forget the sound, of all her insides coming out
Then she told me breakfast was coming next.
She cried this puke ain't over yet.
She said, I'll yack.
Please hold my hair
Drank too much Bud, think I felt my stomach tear
So just be quiet.
While Anheuser attacks.
I'll heave, sight's blurry.
I'll yack.
Held my alcohol through everything
Till the sights and smells got to me
I covered my mouth just coughin', pork startin' to rise.
She had the porcelain throne, but my splatter came in a rush.
I didn't get back the deposit on that tux.
Cause man, I yacked.
With shaking hands
And my whole body hurt, I couldn't walk or stand.
Prayin' that I'd die
As I spewed and hacked
Stinkin' and dirty
I yacked.
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