| This is a story of a man on the edge
|
| Who all but lost his way until one day he discovered in his palms
|
| A rocket launcher!
|
| Enjoy this tale of a personal rejuvenation, redemption and scrubification
|
| As told by the great Shaggy 2 Dope!
|
| Grand Papi, was a World War II vet
|
| And I found his bazooka set in the basement,
|
| With a bag of mortars
|
| Yeah, bitch, I’m done taking orders,
|
| Dragged it outside and tried it out
|
| Dropped the shell in and fired it out
|
| Across the street to the neighbour’s kitchen
|
| And now half of their house’s missing
|
| Fuck yeah!
|
| I grabbed the rockets
|
| Beer truck in the scope unlocked it
|
| Blew the wheels off and flipped it twice
|
| I’m realizing with the Zooka Nice
|
| And I’m dancing!
|
| He’s dancing
|
| With a God damn bazooka
|
| Bazooka Joey!
|
| Bazooka!
|
| Bazooka Joey!
|
| Bazooka Joey!
|
| I sent a hot one
|
| Right through the doors
|
| And let it mangled in a pile of boards
|
| I swear my shoulder is loving the shot
|
| Fucked up an H&R block
|
| I’m blowing new cop cars into stock yards
|
| Bitch, this is a bazooka
|
| You not hard!
|
| See the swat team hiding in the limousin
|
| It seems they smithereens!
|
| Pull out my hair, screaming and laughing
|
| Get shot at and shooting back in
|
| Terrorizing
|
| Paralyzing
|
| Bazooka Baby
|
| Electrifying!
|
| And I’m dancing!
|
| He’s dancing
|
| With a God damn bazooka
|
| Bazooka Joey!
|
| Bazooka!
|
| Bazooka Joey!
|
| Bazooka Joey! |