Wa

So you think you've been messing with my girlfriend, and she tends to agree,
All I can say is that's okay with me just don't make her say
Bang! Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa,
Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa,
Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa.

Buddy, you're a lousy marksman and you don't have many fans.
But if you did I'd take a lid and close your cans and make you say
Bang! Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa,
Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa,
Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa.

She thinks that you've got iron rations but you've got standard rations too.
So wrap your fork around an orc and then obey your conch
And have your rendezvous with we know who and baby you can kiss my
Bang! Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa,
Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa,
Wa, wa!
Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa.


(Maury Loeb - co-author)

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Copyright 1992 Zach London