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