"What the fuck, Kansas City?!" "Thought you'd all be fuckin' already soaked in piss and whiskey by showtime!" "Are you all fuckin' sure you didn't get lost on the way to the fuckin' sock hop?!" Whoooooooooooooo!!! [Verse 1, gravelly male vocalist, gruff and aggressive] Girls in pleated skirts walk down the street, Step so careful, shoes so fuckin' neat, But then she fuckin' spins through alley light, Denim fuckin' torn, claws flashing bright. [Pre-Chorus, gravelly male vocalist, yelling] Imagine every girl with spotted fur, No more of this fuckin' phony demure. If these girls could howl and play, It would be Chaos leading the way! [Chorus] I want all the girls as scuzzpunk hyenas, Spitting and clawing in ripped-up jeanas, I want all the fuckin' girls as scuzzpunk hyenas, Screaming and growling like beasts obscene-a! [Verse 2] In coffee shops, fuckin' sip and chat, Giggle bubbly, tame and flat, But in my dreams, tails flick and preen, Hyena girls could rule the scene. [Pre-Chorus] Imagine laughter fuckin' tearin' the air, Rough and wild beyond compare, If every girl'd fuckin' froth and roar, Life would never be a bore! [Chorus] I want all the girls as scuzzpunk hyenas, Spitting and clawing in ripped-up jeanas, I want all the fuckin' girls as scuzzpunk hyenas, Screaming and growling like beasts obscene-a! [Bridge] From quiet streets to fuckin' neon nights, Swap polite smiles for fuckin' droolin' bites. Every girl with fuckin' plum purple mohawk, The time is fuckin' now! It's scuzzpunk o'clock! [Chorus] Fuckin' want all the girls as scuzzpunk hyenas, Fuckin' spittin' and clawin' in ripped-up jeanas, I want all the girls as scuzzpunk hyenas, Fuckin' screamin' and growlin' like beasts obscene-a! [Outro] I want all the fuckin' girls as filthy scuzzpunk she... hyenaaaaaaas! Whoooooooooooooooooo!!! "Here she is... the fuckin' one and only!!!"
