Lyrics:

I got combat training from overseas
Now I'm the bouncer at the Chucky Cheese
I think I'd rather do a year in jail
Than another afternoon
In Chucky Cheese Hell

Chucky Cheese Hell
I'm in Chucky CHEEEEEEESE HELL!
We cater to a snot nose clientele
In Chucky Cheese Hell

Mama drives Chipper to the Chucky Mall
Watches him wallor in some plastic balls
The band sucks and the pizza's cold
And you eat it with a slobberin' four year old
In Chucky Cheese Hell

Puke with pepperoni still smells the same
You waste a paycheck on a video game
Lined up out the door like The Stones are in town
There ain't enough Chucky ass whippin's
To go round

In Chucky Cheese Hell
I'm in Chucky CHEEEEEEEESE HELL!
Squallin' youngins and a skee ball bell
In Chucky Cheese Hell

I did two tours of duty in Vietnam
Fightin' jungle rot and braving napalm
But they couldn't torture me half as well
As them little birthday $@*#*@*$!
In Chucky Cheese Hell

Chucky Cheese Hell
I'm in CHUCKY CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE HELL!!
Ow Wo Wo

[Spoken]
And if you haven't taken your child to Chucky Cheese you suck as a parent!