Onomatopoeia

[Verse 1]
Forty-five minutes, fifty-five cents, sixty-five agents sitting on a fence
Saying, hey little brother look what we got for you
We're gonna rope off an area and put on a show
From the Canadian border down to Mexico
It might be the most potentially gross thing that we could possibly do

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, little buddy, gonna get your chance
Make them pubescents all wet their pants
We'll record it live and that's no jive
Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no

[Chorus]
Bang went the pistol, crash went the window
Ouch went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia, I don't wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue

[Verse 2]
Knock, knock, hello, can I come in? Gee, it was a wonderful show
Oh, you haven't gone on yet? Well, how was I supposed to know?
Hey we got a great date, it's really downtown
We're gonna get the Grand Canyon to do the sound
It's a boxing ring, but it might be the thing to really put you in the dough

[Pre-Chorus]
Well listen little brother, don't you get us wrong
Why, we even know one of the words to your song
Just say I do and we'll lay it on you
You, you, and me, me, me, me

[Chorus]
Bang went the pistol, crash went the window
Ouch went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey little buddy, gonna get your chance
Make them pubescents all wet their pants
We'll record it live and that's no jive
Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no

[Chorus]
Bang went the pistol, crash went the window
Ouch went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue

[Outro]
Onomatopoeia, I don't want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue