Tim Wilson Chucky Cheese H*ll
I got combat training from overseas
Now I'm the bouncer at the Chuck E. Cheese
I think I'd rather do a year in jail
Than another afternoon in Chuck E. Cheese hell
Chuck E. Cheese hell
I'm in Chuck E. Cheese hell
We cater to a snot-nosed clientele
In Chuck E. Cheese hell
Momma drives Chipper to the Chucky Mall
Watches him wallow in some plastic balls
The band sucks, and the pizza's cold
And you eat it with a slobbering four year old
In Chuck E. Cheese hell
Puke with pepperoni still smells the same
You wastе a paycheck on a videogame
Linеd up out the door like the Stones are in town
Ain't enough Chucky-ass weapons to go 'round
In Chuck E. Cheese hell
I'm in Chuck E. Cheese hell
Squalling young-uns and a ski ball bell
In Chuck E. Cheese hell
I did two tours of duty in Vietnam
Fighting jungle rot and breathing napalm
But they couldn't torture me, half as well
As little birthday [BLEEP] in Chuck E. Cheese hell
Chuck E. Cheese hell
I'm in Chuck E. Cheese hell
Ohh-ooh-oh
And if you haven't taken your child to Chuck E. Cheese
You suck as a parent
