white trash freaks

Rob Zombie

Calling all white-trash freaks and a boogaloo doll
All white-trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

She got a sweet-face smile and a wicked grin
Strapped to her grill is an unborn twin
Dressed in a polyester 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 Christmas fog
A honey-sweet shotgun wind-up toy
Cranking on a shift like a men of a lore

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
All white-trash freaks and a boogaloo doll
All white-trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

She s a Warhol painting heading west
I love Ringo across her breast
Covering a nasty pitbull scar
Life ain t shit if you ain t a star

I said, life ain t shit if you ain t a star

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
All white-trash freaks and a boogaloo doll
All white-trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

Doll, doll, doll, doll