We gotta plan well, there’s damsels in cramped cells
And frogs with chainsaws tryin’ to jam up Sam Hell
These girls are young and fertile and the toads are sweatin’
Med Tech on my jock for my loaded weapon
So we span the wasteland watch the sun get lit
Got a problem? We can solve ‘em that's machine gun shit
Frogtown sitting down in a dusty bowl
Out-of-towners gettin’ clowned on some “shut your hole”
But if Toadie wants to know me we can dine in smoke
Launching rockets, no more talk ‘cause it’s your final croak
When the dance of three snakes leaves you holdin’ your balls
I’ll make you eat lead, froggy, yeah – warts and all
Expanding branches of the Sam Hell family tree
Repopulation of the nation and it landed with me
Got these squid lips leery, yeah fearing my mood