Steve Threw Up R. Stevie Moore

Steve had a big commotion
The street fair was an ocean
When he took three tabs of bad acid
And off his melting jaw
All the wonderful things he saw
The pretty hair growing on his sandwich

Well he looked out on the fairground
With the spinning things spinning all around
And he felt the food going down
And coming back
And on top of the Ferris-wheel
He threw up on the heel
Of the beautiful girl who was laughing

Well there must have been some pizza
And there must have been some fries
And there must have been some tequila
And thеre must have been some winе
And there must have been some falafels
And there must have been some beer
And there must have been some bagels
You could see it all so clear

And there must have been some pickles
And there must have been some sauerkraut
And there must have been some catfish
When he laid his burden down