The Ultimate Bohab

[Intro] He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie When he puts it on it gives him such a woodie [Verse 1] Zit-scarred and unpopular He's at the show alone Running his mouth to no one at all Later he cries bitter tears He met his idol and he got punched All he wanted was an autograph The smell of his acne, it's heavily bunched He fell down and everyone laughed [Chorus] You're the Ultimate Bohab Stricken with gout If you don't have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab [x2] [Verse 2] It's your dream come true Your crummy fanzine got a GWAR interview! You'll ask the questions, it all goes to tape! If you're really lucky, you might get raped! But not by a dude, that would be gay! But if that's what the band wants I guess it's O.K.! We're not going to rape you yet, so don't you fret it! You brought a woman with you, and now she's going to get it! [Bridge] Cause this is how we roll, this is what we do We're fucking your girlfriend right in front of you And we know that's not your girlfriend, by the way She's only with you because you got her backstage And you gave her money [Chorus] [Verse 3] Your pock marked face makes her sick As soon as she's in there she's getting the dick But not from you, from the entire band So whip out your cock and lay a wad in your hand Soon she is dead, but before we chuck her Come on over here kid, there's still time to fuck her! A festering hole where there used to be a crotch We feed her to bears, all that's left is her watch [Breakdown/Outro] Bohab! You gave your life with pride But people that had known you didn't care that you had died Bohab The last issue did real well Because your interview was suicide You followed GWAR to Hell