"WW3" lyrics
Mickey Avalon & The Fvck Boys Lyrics
Tim said to Ginger on the way to the store
"We need some lizards and some gizzards and a match for the cold"
So Ginger said to Tim, "What we need all that for?"
She said, "We 'bout to have a party, send the boys off to war"
Now once upon a time out in the back of the van
I seen Peter flip at Tina while she spit in his hand
Since Sebastian's gettin' crashed, she started hatchin' a plan
Had to slap that motherfucker with the back of my hand
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, ain't that divine?
She was a ten, so I smashed her like a soda can
Eddie said to Peter on the way to the mall
"We need some hooters and some snooters and gas for the stove"
So Peter said to Eddie, "What we need all that for?"
He said, "We 'bout to have a party, send the boys off to war"
Now once upon a time out in the front of the bus
She was itchin' like a pigeon with her face in a hunch
Mister wizard with the scissors got his pants in a bunch
Had to smack that motherfucker till he spewed up his lunch
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, ain't that divine?
She was a ten, so I smashed her like a soda can
We 'bout to fuckin' party like it's World War III
Some girls like to cook and clean (Some girls like to cook and clean)
But Suzie is a fuck machine (But Suzie is a fuck machine)
Some girls like to go to church (Some girls like to go to church)
But Suzie takes it 'til it hurts (But Suzie takes it 'til it hurts)
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, ain't that divine?
She was a ten, so I smashed her like a soda can
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, c'est la vie
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
"We need some lizards and some gizzards and a match for the cold"
So Ginger said to Tim, "What we need all that for?"
She said, "We 'bout to have a party, send the boys off to war"
Now once upon a time out in the back of the van
I seen Peter flip at Tina while she spit in his hand
Since Sebastian's gettin' crashed, she started hatchin' a plan
Had to slap that motherfucker with the back of my hand
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, ain't that divine?
She was a ten, so I smashed her like a soda can
Eddie said to Peter on the way to the mall
"We need some hooters and some snooters and gas for the stove"
So Peter said to Eddie, "What we need all that for?"
He said, "We 'bout to have a party, send the boys off to war"
Now once upon a time out in the front of the bus
She was itchin' like a pigeon with her face in a hunch
Mister wizard with the scissors got his pants in a bunch
Had to smack that motherfucker till he spewed up his lunch
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, ain't that divine?
She was a ten, so I smashed her like a soda can
We 'bout to fuckin' party like it's World War III
Some girls like to cook and clean (Some girls like to cook and clean)
But Suzie is a fuck machine (But Suzie is a fuck machine)
Some girls like to go to church (Some girls like to go to church)
But Suzie takes it 'til it hurts (But Suzie takes it 'til it hurts)
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, ain't that divine?
She was a ten, so I smashed her like a soda can
One, better go get a gun
Two, you already know what to do
Three, they won't air this on TV
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
Four, five, no one gets out alive
Six, hangin' from a crucifix
Seven, eight, nine, c'est la vie
We 'bout to have a party like it's World War III
