GET BAC
(Remember the Beatles?)
BeOcho was no man
He claimed to be a loner
But it just couldn't last
BeOcho left his brain inside of a trash can
To become another raving ass
Get BAC, get BAC
Get BAC to where his trash belongs
Get BAC, get BAC
Get BAC to where his trash belongs
Get back BeOcho
Go home
Get BAC, get BAC
Back to where his trash belongs
Get BAC, get BAC
Back to where his trash belongs
Ooh, get back, BeOcho
Sweet Goldi claimed to be a woman
But looked like an ugly man
All who knew her said she had it comin'
But she had her one true fan
That’s BAC, it was BAC
But she got BAC to where his trash belongs
Get BAC, she got BAC
Slammed BAC to where his trash belongs
Get BAC, Goldi
Now, go home
She got BAC, got BAC
Got BAC to where his trash belongs
Yeah she got BAC, she got BAC
Got BAC to where his trash belongs
Whoooo, Goldi!
Get BAC, Goldi
You’re his mummy; he's waiting just for you
Wearing spiked heel shoes
And that low neck sweater
Get BAC to his home Goldi
Get BAC, get BAC
Get BAC to where his trash belongs
Yeah get BAC, get BAC!