The Party's Over

The name is Cobb Knobbler
And you’re here with me now
I’ll tell ya punks, the name’s Cobb Knobbler
Satanic Nazi, Weenie gobbler
I was in the 'Nam, now I’m on the lam
Joined up with X-Cops
Kickin' ass and porkin' chops
(The party’s over)
I wear a uniform
(The party’s over)
I’m going to keep you warm
These are moments that I treasure
Agony is replaced with pleasure
I know I’ll do my duty
I’ll restrain my gay-boy booty
(The party’s over)
I wear a uniform
(The party’s over)
I’m going to keep you so warm
(Take it away, Al Depantsia
You are a sexy, sexy man)
The Bay Area gay Aryan
I tried to die and then I cried
Really had to look inside
What it was that got me here
I am just a big fat queer
Sacrifice a goat, slice your fucking throat
That’s right punk, I’m also on junk
The party’s over
The party’s over
Well I love to look at Hitler’s maps
Hobnail boots, leather chaps
Used to live in San Francisco
Drop your drawers and pass the crisco
Now I’m naked on display
All the bad guys know I’m gay
They line up around the block
To suck the ghost of Hitler’s cock
Suck my motherfuckin' dick!