| 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 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… |