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