[Burp]

He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie

When he puts it on

It gives him such a woody

Ha!

[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 (Bohab!)

Stricken with gout (Gout!)

If you don't have any drugs

Get the fuck out

Bohab!

Bohab!

Bohab!

[Verse 2]

It's your dream come true

Your crummy zine got a GWAR interview!

You'll ask the questions, it all goes to tape

But ask the wrong one and your ass will get raped

But not by a dude, that would be gay!

But if that's what the band wants, I guess it's okay

We're not gonna rape you so don't you fret it

You brought a woman, oh, she's gonna get it!

[Chorus]

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 cause you got her backstage

And you also...gave her...money...

Bohab!

You're the Ultimate Bohab

Stricken with gout

Bohab!

Ahhh!

[Yelling]

Bohab!

You're the Ultimate Bohab

[Verse 3]

Your 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

[Chorus]

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

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