[instrumental intro]

Hot...August night
And pitch-forks banging down
Broken glass on the ground cutting feet

Move...down the road
To the dark side of town
And the sound of that de-monic beat

Sits a concert tent
Full of teen groupies
Heavy-Metal group,
Yelling in a shriek...

It's hate! HATE!
Brother Hate's Traveling Damnation Show

Lucifer, Satan,
And demons are waitin'
In teeth-gnashing throes
Hell-fire glows
(At) Brother Hate's show...

[brief instrumental break]

Stage...gets suddenly still
And when you'd almost said
Ozzie Osbourne was dead, he walks in...

Hair black as coal
And when he lifts his face
Every beer in the place is in him...

Mum-bling soft and slow
Like a fat milkshake
And when he lets go,
Watch his belly quake...

It's hate! HATE!
Brother Hate's Traveling Damnation Show

Hitler and Stalin
Osama Bin Laden
(And) All of them go
To the front row
(At) Brother Hate's show...

[crowd chants over Ozzie's mumbled screaming:]

"Hell be to ya!"
("What's this?...bloody droolin'...")
"Hell be to ya!"
("WHAT'S THIS?...BLOODY DROOLIN'!")
"Hell be to ya!"
("Shammum...Wumudooloff...")
"Hell be to ya!"
("Sharon...Wipe my drool off...")
"Hell be to ya!"
("SHARON!...WIPE MY DROOL OFF!")

Come back stage with me,
Walk with me this way,
Ozzie farts and blows,
His sick sulfur-spray...

"Smell me! Smell me!"
"Smell me! Smell me!"
"SMELL ME! SMELL ME!"
"SMELL MEEEEEEEE!!!!"

It's farts! FARTS!
Brother Fart's Traveling Salmethane Show

Ozzie is gassing,
And out the crowd's passing,
From Ozzie's ill blow
So hot it glows
Brother Fart's show...

"SHARON !!!"

(mumbling fade-out)