(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