The Ultimate Bohab Lyrics - Beyond Hell - Gwar

He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie 

When he puts it on it gives him such a woodie 

HA! 

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 

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Bohab! 

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 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 going to rape you, so don't you fret it 

You brought a woman. oh! 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 'cause you got her backstage 

And you also gave her money 

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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 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 

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