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