He proudly sports his GWAR hoodie When he it on it gives him such a woodie
and unpopular He's at the show his mouth 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, heavily bunched He fell and everyone laughed
You're the Bohab with gout If you don't any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
It's your dream true crummy fanzine got a GWAR interview! You'll ask the questions, it all to tape! If really lucky, you might get raped! But not by a dude, would 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 brought a with you, and now she's gonna get it!
'cause' this is how we roll, is what we do fucking your girlfriend right in front of you And we that's not your girlfriend, by the way... She's only with you you got her backstage And you her...money
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken gout If you have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
pock marked face makes her sick As soon as she's in there getting the dick But not from you, from the band So out your cock and lay a wad in your hand Soon she is dead, but before we her Come on over here kid, there's still 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 your life with pride But people had known you didn't care that you had died The last issue did well Because your was suicide You followed to Hell....