GWAR The Ultimate Bohab Lyrics

He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie
When he puts it on it gives him such a woodie

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

You're the Ultimate Bohab
Stricken with gout
If you don't have any drugs
Get the f___ out!
Bohab!
Bohab!

It's your dream come true
Your crummy 'zine got a GWAR interview!
You ask the questions, it all goes to tape!
But ask the wrong one and your a__ will 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, so don't you fret it!
You brought a woman, oh!, she's gonna get it!

Cuz' this is how we roll,
This is what we do
We're f___ing 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 also... gave her... money

Bohab!
You're the Ultimate Bohab!
Bohab!

Bohab!
You're the Ultimate Bohab!

Your face makes her sick
As soon as she's in there
She's getting the d___
But not from you,
From the entire band
So whip out your c___
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 f___ her!
A festering hole
Where there used to be a crotch
We feed her to bears,
All that's left is her watch!

You're the Ultimate Bohab!
Bohab!
You're the Ultimate Bohab!

You gave your life with pride
But people that had known you
Didn't care that you had died
The last issue did real well
Your interview was suicide
You followed GWAR to Hell....

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