Got a low-cut shirt to help you endure
There's not a lot to say 'cause I'm unsure
I'll do it once more now with feeling
Do it once more now without

Open up wide, gotta pay to rent
To rot away in my mom's basement
Open up wide, gotta pay to get
To get the kids in front headbanging

Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging
Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging

Got a Chevrolet sitting fat out front
I've got a self-esteem that's drying up
And mummy called, she wants her breakfast
Made with love

So open up wide, gotta pay to rent
To rot away in my mom's basеment
Open up wide, gotta pay to gеt
To get the kids in front headbanging

Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging
Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging
Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging
Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging

(Do it once more now with feeling)
(Do it once more now without)
(Do it once more now with feeling)
(Do it once more now—)

Insert the stanza that makes them weep
Remove the prose that means anything

Open up wide, gotta pay to rent
To rot away in my mom's basement
Open up wide, gotta pay to get
To get the kids in front headbanging

Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging
Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging
From headbanding
Open up wide, gotta pay to rent
To rot away in my mom's basement
Open up wide, gotta pay to get
To get the kids in front headbanging
Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging (Banging)
Headbanging, headbanging, headbanging