White Trash Freaks

Calling all white trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

She got a sweet face smile and a wicked grin

Shot to her crib is an unborn twin

Dressed in poly of the union jack

Looking like a new world shark attack

She go, shake it baby, shake it baby

C'mon, get on

Get on, get on

The broken bones and microphones

C'mon, get on

Get on, get on

The broken bones and microphones

She ride a mean machine called sugar dog

Roar across the winter chrismas fog

A honey sweet shotgun wind-up toy

Cranking on the shift like a myrna loy

She go, shake it baby, shake it baby

C'mon, get on

Get on, get on

The broken bones and microphones

C'mon, get on

Get on, get on

The broken bones and microphones

Calling all white trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

She's a war hung painting heading west

Outlaw ringo across her breath

Covering a nasty pitball scar

Life ain't shit if you ain't a star

I said, life ain't shit if you ain't a staarr

C'mon, get on

Get on, get on

The broken bones and microphones

C'mon, get on

Get on, get on

The broken bones and microphones

Calling all white trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

doll.. doll.. doll.. doll..