This is a story of a man on the edge Who all but lost his way until one day he discovered in his palms A rocket launcher! Enjoy this tale of a personal rejuvenation, redemption and scrubification As told by the great Shaggy 2 Dope! Grand Papi, was a World War II vet And I found his bazooka set in the basement, With a bag of mortars Yeah, bitch, I'm done taking orders, Dragged it outside and tried it out Dropped the shell in and fired it out Across the street to the neighbour's kitchen And now half of their house's missing Fuck yeah! I grabbed the rockets Beer truck in the scope unlocked it Blew the wheels off and flipped it twice I'm realizing with the Zooka Nice And I'm dancing! He's dancing With a God damn bazooka Bazooka Joey! Bazooka! Bazooka Joey! [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/bazooka-joey-lyrics-insane-clown-posse.html ] Bazooka Joey! I sent a hot one Right through the doors And let it mangled in a pile of boards I swear my shoulder is loving the shot Fucked up an H&R block I'm blowing new cop cars into stock yards Bitch, this is a bazooka You not hard! See the swat team hiding in the limousin It seems they smithereens! Pull out my hair, screaming and laughing Get shot at and shooting back in Terrorizing Paralyzing Bazooka Baby Electrifying! And I'm dancing! He's dancing With a God damn bazooka Bazooka Joey! Bazooka! Bazooka Joey! Bazooka Joey!