Attack of the Killer Tomatoes

Gonna catch the pastar And, ooh, lorad And, ooh, lorad Gonna catch the pastar And, ooh, lorad And, ooh, lorad And, ooh, lorad I've come to kill our tomatoes They'll beat you past you, squish you,

Mass you chew you up for lunch And finish you off for noon or lunch Turkey's not the holy of the halls They're gooey gosh, it's squishy But she's rotten to the core The standing... Outside your door He knocked his garbage

He turned around and he did see The Mato's hiding in his tree Now he's just a memory Mr. What a mate Oh, hey, my sister Sacramento, filthy, they're marching into San Jose The Mato's are on their way Here is on vacation The Governor's Federation The police have gone and striked today The National Guard has run away

The maid toads will have their day The Catholic Guard's maid toads The killer tomatoes They'll beat you, bash you, squish you, mash you, chew you up for brunch And finish you off for dinner or not