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We're gonna kill some frats, let's go!
(one, two, three, four)
Cruisin' in their big cars
And wastin' lots of gas
When are they gonna learn
That don't give 'em no class?
Big lots full of mama's wagons
Marquis, Trans-Ams, and Jeeps
All paid for by Daddy
Ain't this life too cheap?
Frat cars, frat cars
I can't stand those frat cars
Crowding up the streets
With all those stupid Greeks
Fuckin' with the freaks
Let's tow them away!
Hangin' out their T- tops
And thinkin' that they're cool
And drinkin' beer in Izods
And actin' like a fool
Frat cars, they're so useless
Who needs them in our town?
If we get rid of those frat cars
There'll be no more frats around
Frat cars, frat cars
I can't stand those frat cars
Crowding up the streets
With all those stupid Greeks
Fuckin' with the freaks
Let's tow them away!
Frat Cars was written by Tim Kerr & Chris Gates.
Frat Cars was produced by Big Boys.