Onomatopoeia

[Verse 1]

Forty-five minutes, fifty-five cents, sixty-five agents sitting on a fence

Saying, hey little brother look what we got for you

We're gonna rope off an area and put on a show

From the Canadian border down to Mexico

It might be the most potentially gross thing that we could possibly do

[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah, little buddy, gonna get your chance

Make them pubescents all wet their pants

We'll record it live and that's no jive

Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no

[Chorus]

Bang went the pistol, crash went the window

Ouch went the son of a gun

Onomatopoeia, I don't wanna see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue

[Verse 2]

Knock, knock, hello, can I come in? Gee, it was a wonderful show

Oh, you haven't gone on yet? Well, how was I supposed to know?

Hey we got a great date, it's really downtown

We're gonna get the Grand Canyon to do the sound

It's a boxing ring, but it might be the thing to really put you in the dough

[Pre-Chorus]

Well listen little brother, don't you get us wrong

Why, we even know one of the words to your song

Just say I do and we'll lay it on you

You, you, and me, me, me, me

[Chorus]

Bang went the pistol, crash went the window

Ouch went the son of a gun

Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue

[Pre-Chorus]

Hey little buddy, gonna get your chance

Make them pubescents all wet their pants

We'll record it live and that's no jive

Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no

[Chorus]

Bang went the pistol, crash went the window

Ouch went the son of a gun

Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue

[Outro]

Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue