I know you try to stay happy But the winds of doubt are blowing heavy Tell me, girl, do you like The Cro-Mags and Turnstile? If you do, I'm begging you Come with me Let me be your doom boy We could hold hands Listen to Slayer In the back of my Dodge Caravan Do you delight in rule breaking? Dancing to thrash and hailing Satan? Okay, alright Let's rage tonight Crank the dial and stay a while Then you'll see I could be your doom boy We could hold hands Listen to Slayer In the back of my Dodge Caravan (It's my mom's Dodge Caravan!) Doom boy We could hold hands Listen to Slayer In the back of my Dodge Caravan Yeah! Let me be your doom boy, baby