Forty-five minutes, fifty-five cents   Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence   Saying, hey little brother look what we got for you      We're gonna rope off an area and put on a show   From the Canadian border down to Mexico   It might be the most potentially gross   Thing that we could possibly do      Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance   Make them pubescent all wet their pants   We'll record it live and that's no jive   Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no      Bang went the pistol, crash went the window   Ouch went the son of a gun   Onomatopoeia, I don't wanna see ya   Speaking in a foreign tongue      Knock, knock, hello, can I come in?   Gee, it was a wonderful show   Oh, you haven't gone on yet?   Well, how was I supposed to know?      Hey we got a great date, it's really downtown   We're gonna get the grand canyon to do the sound   It's a boxing ring, but it might be the thing   To really put you in the dough      Well listen little brother, don't you get us wrong   Why we even know one of the words to your song   Just say I do and we'll lay it on you   You, you, and me, me, me, me      Bang went the pistol, crash went the window   Ouch went the son of a gun   Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya   Speaking in a foreign tongue      Hey little buddy gonna get your chance   Make them pubescent all wet their pants   We'll record it live and that's no jive   Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no      Bang went the pistol, crash went the window   Ouch went the son of a gun   Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya   Speaking in a foreign tongue      Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya   Speaking in a foreign tongue