Текст Rob Zombie – White Trash Freaks

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

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