Bazooka Joey

This is a story of a man on the edge

Who all but lost his way

Until one day he discovered in his palms

A rocket launcher!

Enjoy this tale of a personal rejuvenation, redemption and scrubification

As told by the great Shaggy 2 Dope!

Grand Papi, was a World War II vet

And I found his bazooka set in the basement,

With a bag of mortars

Yeah, bitch, I'm done taking orders,

Dragged it outside and tried it out

Dropped the shell in and fired it out

Across the street to the neighbour's kitchen

And now half of they house's missing

Fuck yeah!

I grabbed the rockets

Beer truck in the scope unlocked it

Blew the wheels off and flipped it twice

I'm realizing with the Zooka Nice

And I'm dancing!

He's dancing

With a God damn bazooka

Bazooka Joey!

Bazooka!

Bazooka Joey!

Bazooka Joey!

I sent a hot one

Right through the doors

And left a mangled in a pile of boards

I swear my shoulder is loving the shot

Fucked up the H&R lot

I'm blowing new cop cars in the stock yards

Bitch, this is a bazooka

You not hard!

See the swat team hiding in the limousin

It seems they smithereens!

Pull out my hair, screaming and laughing

Get shot at and shooting back in

Terrorizing

Paralyzing

Bazooka Baby

Electrifying!

And I'm dancing!

He's dancing

With a God damn bazooka

Bazooka Joey!

Bazooka!

Bazooka Joey!

Bazooka Joey!