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Queers The Grow Up

ain't 8-balls We're not as famous as the Pixies or the Bags Hey, we may be the Queers but we ain't no fags I keep hoping you'll wake up, ya losers Use

: Well I was making the scene at the local Burger King And you know the girls were looking real cool Needed a girl and how, and said oh wow There's just

Rat Rambo Rat, Rambo Rat, Rambo Rat, Rambo Rat I think I took a bullet in the head I used to have some friends, they called me Fred Getting all fucked up

yeah And I'm never ever smiling again See I didn't need the girl and I seemed tough She left me and I'm taking it a little rough I'm shattered, yeah I'm cracked up

yeah And I'm never ever smiling again See I didn't need the girl and I seemed tough She left me and I'm taking it a little rough I'm shattered, yeah I'm cracked up

up. His boyfriend says, "Come live with me." His boyfriend says, "Come and make the scene." His mom and dad are awful proud. It's perfectly acceptable to be a gay boy, Boy toy, jerk off, fuck up

I guess I'm not hip to your kind of trip Your tans don't mean shit to me [Chorus] So goodbye California It's been really nice Goodbye California, Goodbye California Make up

Rat Rambo Rat, Rambo Rat, Rambo Rat, Rambo Rat I think I took a bullet in the head I used to have some friends, they called me Fred Getting all fucked up

BooBarella, it's funny that's her name Since I've seen her, I've never been the same I saved up from mowing all those lawns To buy Tina Turner records