He proudly sports his GWAR hoodie When he it on it gives him such a woodie
and unpopular He's at the alone Running his to no one at all Later he cries tears He met his idol and he got All he wanted was an The smell of his acne, it's heavily He down and everyone laughed
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken gout If you don't have any then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
It's your dream come crummy fanzine got a GWAR interview! You'll ask the questions, it all to tape! If you're lucky, you might get raped! But not by a dude, that be gay! But if that's what the wants I guess it's O.K.! We're not going to you...yet, so don't you fret it! You brought a with you, and now she's gonna get it!
'cause' is how we roll, this is what we do fucking your girlfriend right in front of you And we know not your girlfriend, by the way... only with you because you got her backstage And you her...money
You're the Ultimate with gout If you don't have any drugs then get the out Bohab! Bohab!
Your pock face makes her sick As soon as in there she's getting the dick But not you, from the entire band So out your cock and lay a wad in your hand Soon she is dead, but before we her on over here kid, there's still time to fuck her! A festering hole where there used to be a We her to bears, all that's left is her watch
Bohab! You your life with pride But people that had known you didn't that you had died The last issue did real Because your was suicide You followed to Hell....