Lyrics

There was a kid named Barnaby Bill
A turntable and a bottle of pills
A meat beat 'til the sun would rise
Math homework stuck to his thighs

He don’t walk so well
Your secret’s safe, man, he won’t tell
He don’t walk so well
He push a button and he ring the bell

Barnaby Bill the Beat Butcher
Such a good, good button pusher
Make the girls on the dance floor wet and
Watch them come and come again

He’s a record player, player
He’s fist pumpin' like he just don’t care
Had to step out to get some air
I puked in the gutter there

I’m punch drunk hardcore

Barnaby shot a video
He sodomized a sheep and it went viral
Now he’s on a theater tour
His merch booth sells dried up sheep manure

He don’t walk so well
His mother said he’s gonna burn in hell
He don’t walk so well
You push the button and you ring the bell

Barnaby Bill the Beat Butcher
Such a good, good button pusher
Make the girls on the dance floor wet and
Watch them come and come again

He’s a record player, player
He’s fist pumpin' like he just don’t care
Had to step out to get some air
I puked in the gutter there

I’m punch drunk hardcore