作词 : Gwar
At home we're bored 
Just got off another shitty tour 
Moat filled with flaming pus 
Sleazy - he won't talk to us 
Fondle fish in way illegal 
Coffin filled with dirty needles 
Blimey, blimey
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Blimey, blimey, go
Bio-mutant sexy maid 
Heave it down the balustrade 
We indulge in naughty fun 
Give it fish, tell it to run 
Sexy's flanks are torn and rent 
Slimey's on the rag again 
Blimey, blimey
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Blimey
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Blimey, blimey, go
That's right folks, here in the hall of human hatred
We've got some of your most inspired brethren
Genocidal maniacs who carved their way through the history books
Straight into your hearts
We've got Caligula, mad emperor of Rome
Whose purges consumed thousands
On his blazing altar of syphilis
Or how about Giles Lavalle
Medieval crusader of God's will
Whose search for the elixir of life
Led to the ritual satanic killings
Of hundreds of Parisian youth?
Or Julius, religious despot
Whose slaughter of the intelligentsia of Milan
Gave him the nickname of "The Warrior Pope"
That's right, some of the greatest mass murderers
In your sad, yet vibrant history, are here enshrined
Impaled and pumped with agonizing life 
Tummies tingle 
Tongues a-mingle 
Forced extraction 
Of corn-choked shingle 
Bristling amoeba hole 
Madly flailing porno-cow 
Matching cunt for every bowl 
Get me on the road right now 
Blimey, blimey
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Blimey
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Blimey
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Blimey
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Waddaya do when you feel like that? 
Blimey, blimey, go