Rob Zombie - White Trash Freaks

Calling all white trash freaks and a boogaloo doll
White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

She gotta sweet face smile and a wicked grin
Strapped to her grill is an unborn twin
Dressed in 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 doll
Roar across winter Christmas fog
A honey sweet shotgun windup loy
cranking on a shift like a Myrna Loy
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
White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll
White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

She's a warhol painting headed 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 staarr

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
White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll
White trash freaks and a boogaloo doll

doll.. doll.. doll.. doll..