Lyrics Rob Zombie – White Trash Freaks
Text:
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
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
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
Album
Rob Zombie – Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendor
