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!      '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      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....