Born To Spew

<br>(c) War Pidgeon 1988.<br>>From the great anthology "Oad to a Porcelain Goddess"<br>I met a little girl<br>She was about 17<br>The prettiest girl<br>That I had ever seen<br>How she got in the bar<br>I`ll never know<br>She said she came to see<br>The great blues show<br>She was drinking alot<br>Of tequila and rye<br>But the bottle of gin<br>Is what caught her eye<br>I said, if you keep mixing<br>You`ll soon be through<br>She said, it`s ok baby<br>I was born to spew<br>I learned to drink<br>When I was 5<br>Been drinking since then<br>And I`m still alive<br>Cause I was born to spew<br>Yes born to spew, baby<br>I was born to spew<br>And to date I`m not through<br>Now she gave me a look<br>Like she was gonna die<br>but instead she just reached<br>for another drink of rye<br>Then her eyes kind of crossed<br>Then rolled up and back<br>She fell to the floor<br>With a very loud splat<br>I went into shock<br>Didn`t know what to do<br>With a horrible heave<br>She began to spew<br>She turned very white<br>The color of glue<br>That`s when I realized<br>She was born to spew<br>She was born to spew, baby<br>Yes born to spew<br>She was born to spew, baby<br>And to date she`s not through