He proudly sports his rare GWAR When he puts it on it him such a woodie
and unpopular He's at the show Running his to no one at all he cries bitter tears He met his idol and he got All he wanted was an The of his acne, it's heavily bunched He fell down and laughed
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken gout If you don't have any drugs then get the out Bohab! Bohab!
It's your dream come Your 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 band wants I guess O.K.! We're not going to rape you...yet, so don't you it! You brought a woman you, and now she's gonna get it!
'cause' this is how we roll, this is we do We're fucking your right in front of you And we that's not your girlfriend, by the way... She's with you because you got her backstage And you her...money
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken with If you don't have any then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
pock marked face makes her sick As as she's in there she's getting the dick But not you, from the entire band So whip out your cock and lay a wad in your 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 feed her to bears, all that's left is her
Bohab! You gave your life with But people that had you didn't care that you had died The last issue did well Because your was suicide You GWAR to Hell....