Achey Quakey Heart
You can tell my Duck,
That I don't give a f*ck,
You can tell my mom to screw her cake,
'Cause i'm readin' my Blue's News
and drinkin' lots of boose,
and on the 'net losin' bad at Quake.
And you can sh*t your cheese,
do anything you please,
I don't really give a sh*t no more,
This is loads of fun,
Kickin' sh*t with my lightin' gun,
I just fragged that d*mn camper by the door.
But don't tell my Heart,
my Achey Quakey Heart,
I just hafta hafta hafta hafta frag
I'll play on any server,
even one with perverts,
Even with 10 hours of that lag
My body starts to shake,
I'm drinkin' a MilkQuake,
I haven't bathed in over 16 weeks,
I smell like rotten cabbage,
oh sh*t I got Quad Damage!
And I think Duke3D like really REEKS!
Don't tell my Heart,
My Achey Quakey Heart,
Shootin' people up inta little giblets,
Fraggin' up a storm,
Visitin' Scary's house of p0rn,
Holeey $h!t who ganked up all my Riblets?
It's even better when you accompany it with the dance
