c) War Pidgeon 1988.



>From the great anthology "Oad to a Porcelain Goddess"







I met a little girl

She was about 17

The prettiest girl

That I had ever seen



How she got in the bar

I'll never know

She said she came to see

The great blues show



She was drinking alot

Of tequila and rye

But the bottle of gin

Is what caught her eye



I said, if you keep mixing

You'll soon be through

She said, it's ok baby

I was born to spew



I learned to drink

When I was 5

Been drinking since then

And I'm still alive



Cause I was born to spew

Yes born to spew, baby

I was born to spew

And to date I'm not through



Now she gave me a look

Like she was gonna die

but instead she just reached

for another drink of rye



Then her eyes kind of crossed

Then rolled up and back

She fell to the floor

With a very loud splat



I went into shock

Didn't know what to do

With a horrible heave

She began to spew



She turned very white

The color of glue

That's when I realized

She was born to spew



She was born to spew, baby

Yes born to spew

She was born to spew, baby

And to date she's not through