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 then get the fuck out 

Bohab! 

Bohab! 



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 gonna get it! 



Cuz' 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 



You're the Ultimate Bohab 

Stricken with gout 

If you don't have any drugs then get the fuck out 

Bohab! 

Bohab! 



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 



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....