Album: George Fest: A Night to Celebrate the Music of George Harrison
Style: pop/rock/uptempo soul
Performed: George Fest tribute concert on September 28, 2014
The first song on this list that was not written (at least in part) by Weird Al. Weird Al performed this at the George Fest tribute concert at the Fonda Theater in Los Angeles. Al was one of several other performers covering tracks from the former Beatle. Al also sang on the version of The Traveling Wilburys’ song, “Handle With Care.” “What is Life” was one of my favorite Georege Harrison songs and seeing the live performance by Weird Al was a great addition to it for me.
It is a straight cover of the song, without any comedic undertones.
Lyrics
What I feel, I can’t say But my love is there for you anytime of day But if it’s not love that you need Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
What I know, I can do If I give my love now to everyone like you But if it’s not love that you need Then I’ll try my best to make ev’rything succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
What I feel, I can’t say But my love is there for you any time of day But if it’s not love that you need Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side Oh tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
What is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
[fade:] Oh tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me who am I without you by my side
As I was going through the list of songs on the Top 100, I discovered a mistake in the list. Instead of cutting a song that absolutely deserves its spot on the list, I decided to make this special exception for Weird Al and make it a Top 100 with 101 songs in it. Thus, Polka Power becomes the first ever 1/2 entry on our Daily Countdown lists and the only Daily Countdown Two-a-day.
Title: “Polka Power”
Album: Running With Scissors
Released: 1989
Genre: Polka/Comedy
Songs: “The Twelfth Street Rag,” “Wannabe,” “Flagpole Sitta,” “Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are),” “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back),” “Walkin’ On the Sun,” “Intergalactic,” “Tubthumping,” “Ray of Light,” “Push,” “Semi-Charmed Life,” “The Dope Show,” “MMMBop,” “Sex and Candy,” “Closing Time,” and “W.A.Y. Moby Polka.”
Lyrics
Yeah, well, I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want) I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want) I want to ha, I want to ha, I want to ha, I want to ha I want to really, really, really, want to zigga zigga, ah! If you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends Make it last forever, friendship never ends If you want to be my lover, you have got to give Taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is. Hey!
I’m not sick, but I’m not well. And I’m so hot, ’cause I’m in hell. I’m not sick, but I’m not well. And it’s a sin to live so well.
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are, Coming from afar, reaching for the stars. Run away with me, to another place We can rely on each other, uh huh From one corner to another, uh huh
Everybody (yeah) Rock your body (yeah) Everybody Rock your body right. Backstreet’s back, all right! All right!
So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out But now, if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow But if the offer’s shun, you might as well be walking on the sun Might as well be walking on the sun!
I get knocked down, but I get up again, You’re never gonna keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again You’re never gonna keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again You’re never gonna keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again You’re never gonna keep me down
Quicker than a ray of light Quicker than a ray of light Quicker than a ray of light
I want to push you around, well I will, well I will I want to push you down, well I will, well I will I want to take you for granted I want to take you for granted Yeah, yeah, well I will
I want something else To get me through this semi-charmed kinda life, baby baby I want something else I’m not listening when you say good-bye.
There’s lots of pretty, pretty ones That want to get you high But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind We’re all stars now in the dope show We’re all stars now in the dope show
Mmmbop, do floppa do wop Do be dop ah Do wap, do zap ah, do Yeah-ee yeah Mmmbop, do be ‘zap ah, do wop Do be dop ah Do wop, doom zap ah, do
I smell sex and candy here Who’s that lounging in my chair? Who’s that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream Yeah, yeah mama, this surely is a dream Dig it, yeah mama, this surely is
Closing time One last call for alcohol So finish your whiskey or beer Closing time You don’t have to go home But you can’t stay here I know who I want to take me home I know who I want to take me home I know who I want to take me home Take us home.
Released: As a theme song for his 1997 Saturday morning children’s TV show.
Album: Running With Scissors
Genre: pop/rock
This fell into the top 20 of the previous list, Top 100 TV Show Themes. When I first was creating that list, I almost didn’t think about it as a theme because it was more of a song than theme. Al has used this as an intro to his concerts since.
Lyrics
Oh, this is a story ’bout a guy named Al And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal But the sanitation workers really didn’t approve So he packed up his accordion and had to move
To a city in Ohio where he lived in a tree And he worked in a nasal decongestant factory And he played on the company bowling team And every single night he had a strange, recurring dream
Where he was wearing leiderhosen in a vat of sour cream But that’s really not important to the story
Well, the very next year he met a dental hygenist With a spatula tattoed on her arm (on her arm) But he didn’t keep in touch, then he lost her number Then he got himself a job on a tater tot farm
And he spent his life savings on a split-level cave 20 miles below the surface of the Earth (of the Earth) And he really makes a mighty fine jelly bean and pickle sandwich For what it’s worth
Then one day Al was in the forest, trying to get a tan When he heard the tortured screaming of a funny little man He was caught in a bear trap and Al set him free And the guy that he rescued was as grateful as can be
And it turns out he’s a big-shot producer on TV So he gave Al a contract and what do you know? Now he’s got his own very Weird Al Show!
Performed: “Weird Al” Yankovic and Tress MacNeille
One of my earliest introductions to Weird Al. I remember this song from not only the Dr. Demento Show, but also the morning radio station I would listen to, KIIK 104 with Spike at the Mike.
Lyrics
Hey Lucy, I’m home
Oh Ricky, you’re so fine You’re so fine, you blow my mind Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Oh Lucy, you’re so fine You’re so fine, you blow my mind Hey Lucy, hey Lucy
Oh Ricky, you’re so fine You play your bongos all the time Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Oh Lucy, you’re so fine How I love to hear you whine Hey Lucy
Hey Ricky You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night Stop shakin’ your maraccas now and just turn out the light, Ricky
I’m sick of Fred and Ethel always coming over here ‘Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks, and then he spills his beer Why don’t you serve your casserole and make them disappear, Lucy?
Oh, Ricky, what’s a girl like me supposed to do? You really drive me wild when you sing your babalu
Oh Lucy, you’re so dizzy, don’t you have a clue Well, here’s to you, Lucy I love you too, Lucy, too Lucy, let’s babalu, Lucy
Hey, Ricky You’re always playing at the Club, you never let me go I’m begging, and I’m pleading, but you always tell me no Oh, please, honey, please let me be in your show, Ricky
You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too You iron my new shirt, and you burn a hole right through You’re such a crazy redhead, I just don’t know what to do, Lucy
Oh, Ricky What a pity, don’t you understand That every day’s a rerun and the laughter’s always canned
Oh, Lucy I’m the Latin leader of the band So here’s to you, Lucy Let’s babalu, Lucy, too Lucy Everybody rumba!
Contains one of my favorite lines in any Al song- “Before it emails your grandma all your porn.” We can all relate, right….. no? Just me, huh?
Lyrics
Hey everyone, listen up, your attention if you please Really wanna give you a warning ’cause I found out this morning ‘Bout a dangerous, insidious computer virus If you should get an e-mail with the subject “Stinky Cheese” Better not go taking your chances Under no circumstances should you open it or else it will Translate your documents into Swahili Make your TV record Gigli Neuter your pets and give your laundry static cling
Look out, it’s gonna make your computer screen freeze Look out, erase the Easter eggs off your DVDs Look out, erase your hard drive and your backups too And the hard drive of anyone related to you
Virus alert, delete immediately before someone gets hurt Forward this message on to everybody
Soon, very soon, it will make all the paint peel off your walls It’ll make your keyboard all sticky, give your poodle a hickey And invest your cash in stock in Euro Disney Then, it will tie up your phone, making prank long-distance calls It’ll set your clocks back an hour and start clogging the shower So just trash it now, or else it will Decide to give you a permanent wedgie Legally change your name to Reggie Even mess up the pH balance in your pool
Look out, it’s gonna melt your face right off your skull Look out, and make your iPod only play Jethro Tull Look out, and tell you knock-knock jokes while you’re trying to sleep Look out, and make you physically attracted to sheep Look out, steal your identity and your credit card Look out, buy you a warehouse full of pink leotards Look out, then cause a major rift in time and space And leave a bunch of Twinkie wrappers all over the place That’s right, it’s a
Virus alert, delete immediately before someone gets hurt Forward this message on to everybody Virus alert, delete immediately before someone gets hurt Forward this message on to everybody Warn all your friends, send this to everybody Tell everyone you know, tell everybody now
If you get infected, you’ll wish you had never been born So before it emails your grandmother all of your porn Turn off your computer and make sure it powers down Drop it in a 43-foot hole in the ground Bury it completely, rocks and boulders should be fine Then burn all the clothes you may have worn any time you were online
Virus alert, delete immediately before someone gets hurt Forward this message on to everybody Virus alert, delete immediately before someone gets hurt Forward this message on to everybody Virus alert, delete immediately before someone gets hurt Forward this message on to everybody Warn all your friends, send this to everybody Tell everyone you know, tell everybody now
What are you waiting for? Just hurry up and forward this to every single person that you know Hit “Send” right now
Writers: Al Yankovic / Lee Oskar / Wayne Anthony Hector / Armando Christian Perez / Nile Rodgers / Lukasz Gottwald / Guy Manuel Homem Christo / Thomas Bangalter / Pharrell L. Williams / Jean Baptiste Kouame / Sacha Skarbek / Luiz Floriano Bonfa / William Adams / Julian C. Bunetta / Greg Errico / Jai Sang Park / Breyan Stanley Isaac / Stephan Moccio / Priscilla Renea Hamilton / Mark Foster / Kenny Oliver / Jef Martens / Edward James Drewett / Stefan Kendal Gordy / David Jamahl Listenbee / John Henry Ryan / Skyler Husten Gordy / Carly Rae Jepsen / Arthur Richardson / Ross Mac Lean / Ben Haggerty / Ryan S. Lewis / Jamie Michael Robert Sanderson / Joshua Keeler Ramsay / Maureen Anne Mcdonald / Henry Russell Walter / Erin Beck / Tavish Joseph Crowe / Walter Andre E. De Backer / Keon Yoo / George Matthew Robertson / Kesha Serbert / Keri Oscar
Album: Mandatory Fun
Released: 2014
Genre: Polka/Comedy
Medley Songs: “Wrecking Ball,” “Pumped Up Kicks,” “Best Song Ever,” “Gangham Style,” “Call Me Maybe,” “Scream & Shout,” “Somebody That I Used to Know,” “Timber,” “Sexy and I Know It,” “Thrift Shop,” “Get Lucky,” and “W.A.Y. Moby Polka.”
This polka’s title is a parody of the album series NOW That’s What I Call Music, a compilation of popular music of the past year.
Lyrics
We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain We jumped never asking why We kissed, I fell under your spell A love no one could deny
Don’t you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can’t live a life, running for my life I will always want you
I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was wreck me Yeah, you wreck me
All the other kids with the pumped up picture You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up picture You better run, better run faster than my bullet
And we danced all night to the best song ever We knew every line, now I can’t remember I think it went ooh eh ooh I think it went oohla eh ooh I think it goes eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Eh, sexy lady Po, po, po, po Polka Gangnam Style Eh, sexy lady Po, po, po, po Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Hey, I just met you And this is crazy But here’s my number So call me, maybe And all the other boys Try to chase me But here’s my number So call me, maybe
I wanna scream and shout (hey!) And let it all out And scream and shout (hey!) And let it out We sayin’, “Ohh, wee ohh, wee oh wee oh” We sayin’, “Ohh, wee ohh, wee oh wee oh wee ohh, wee oh wee oh”
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
It’s going down (hey!), I’m yelling timber You better move, you better dance Let’s make a night you won’t remember I’ll be the one you won’t forget (Timber! Timber!)
I’m sexy and I know it Girl look at that body (He’s sexy and he knows it)
I wear your grandad’s clothes I look incredible I’m in this big old coat From that thrift shop down the road (Hey!)
That’s right! (He looks incredible) I do! (He’s in that big old coat) It’s large! (From that thrift shop down the road) Hey, let’s go!
I’m gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I’m hunting, looking for a come-up This is super awesome
She’s up all night ’til the sun I’m up all night to get some She’s up all night for good fun I’m up all night to get lucky
We’re up all night ’til the sun We’re up all night to get some We’re up all night for good fun We’re up all night to get lucky
We’re up all night to get lucky We’re up all night to get lucky We’re up all night to get lucky We’re up all night to get lucky We’re up all night to get lucky We’re up all night to get lucky We’re up all night to get lucky Up all night to get lucky
Yes, we’re up all night to get Lucky (we’re gonna get lucky) Lucky (we’re gonna get lucky) Lucky (Let’s all get lucky) We’re up all night to get lucky! (Hey!)
The epic song shows that Al can be a storyteller like Chapin’s 30,000 Pounds of Bananas or Gordon Lightfoot’s Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald.
I was unaware when the song came out that the Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota was a legitimate location. Places listed in the song such as Elvis-A-Rama, the Tupperware Museum, the Boll Weevil Monument, Cranberry World, the Shuffleboard Hall of Fame, and Poodle Dog Rock are all actual attractions.
My friend and co-EYG brother Darin used the phrase “albino squirrels” from this song as his fantasy baseball team name for years.
Lyrics
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming After workin’ all year down at Big Roy’s Heating and Plumbing So one night, when my family and I were gathered ’round the dinner table I said, “Kids, if you could go anywhere in this great big world now Wwhere’d you like to go to?” They said, “Dad, we wanna see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota” They picked the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
So the very next day we loaded up the car With potato skins and pickled weiners Crossword puzzles, Spiderman comics And mama’s homemade rhubarb pie Pulled out of the driveway And the neighbors, they all waved goodbye And so began our three-day journey We picked up a guy holdin’ a sign That said “Twine Ball or Bust” He smelled real bad, and he said his name was Bernie
I put in a Slim Whitman tape My wife put on a brand new hair net The kids were in the back seat jumpin’ up and down Yellin’, “Are we there yet?” And all of us were joined together in one common thought As we rolled down the long and winding Interstate in our ’53 DeSota We’re gonna see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota We’re headin’ for the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
Oh, we couldn’t wait to get there So we drove straight through for three whole days and nights Of course, we stopped for more pickled weiners now and then The scenery was just so pretty Boy, I wish the kids could’ve seen it But you can’t see out of the side of the car Because the windows are completely covered With the decals from all the places where we’ve already been
Like Elvis-a-Rama, the Tupperware Museum The Boll Weevil Monument, and Cranberry World The Shuffleboard Hall of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock And the Mecca of Albino Squirrels We’ve been to ghost towns, steam parks, wax museums And a place where you can drive through the middle of a tree Seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches But there’s still one thing we’ve gotta see
Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39 And we saw the sign that said “Twine Ball exit, 50 miles” Oh, the kids were so happy, they started singing “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” for the 27th time that day
So we pulled off the road at the last chance gas station Got a few more pickled weiners and a diet chocolate soda On our way to see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota We’re gonna see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
Finally at 7:37 early Wednesday evening As the sun was setting in the Minnesota sky Out in the distance, on the horizon It appeared to me like a vision before my unbelieving eyes We parked the car and walked with awe-filled reverence Toward that glorious, huge, majestic sphere I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer immensity I had to pop myself a beer
Yes, on these hallowed grounds Open ten to eight on weekdays In a little shrine under a makeshift pagoda There sits the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota I tell you, it’s the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
Oh, what on Earth would make a man Decide to do that kind of thing? Oh, windin’ up 21, 140 pounds of string What was he tryin’ to prove? Who was he tryin’ to impress? Why did he build it? How did he do it? It’s anybody’s guess Where did he get the twine? What was goin’ through his mind? Did it just seem like a good idea at the time?
Well, we walked up beside it and I warned the kids “Now you better not touch it, those ropes are there for a reason” I said, “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll tie it to the back of our car And we can take it home, ” but I was only teasin’
Then we went to the gift shop and stood in line Bought a souvenir miniature ball of twine Some window decals, and anything else they’d sell us And I bought a couple postcards “Greetings from the Twine Ball, wish you were here” Won’t the folks back home be jealous?
I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball And we all gathered around and said, “Cheese!” Then Bernie ran away with my brand new Instamatic But at least we’ve got our memories
So we all just stared at the ball for a while And my eyes got moist, but I said with a smile “Kids, this here’s what America’s all about” Then I started feelin’ kinda gooey inside And I fell on my knees and I cried and cried And that’s when those security guards threw us out
You know, I bet if we unraveled that sucker It’d roll all the way down to Fargo, North Dakota ‘Cause it’s the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota I’m talkin’ ’bout the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
Well, we stayed that night at the Twine Ball Inn In the morning we were on our way home again But we didn’t really wanna leave, that was perfectly clear I said, “Folks, I can tell you’re all sad to go” Then I winked my eye and I said, “You know I got a funny kinda feeling we’ll be coming back again next year”
‘Cause I’ve been all around this great big world And I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather go to Than the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota I said the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
Style pastiche: Beach Boys (Specifically Pet Sounds and Smile albums)
I got a question right while watching Jeopardy once because of this song. I had never heard of the Islets of Langerhans until this song came along. Weird Al educating us one style pastiche at a time!
I’m always thinkin’ ’bout it I don’t know what I’d do without it I love, I really love My pancreas
My spleen just doesn’t matter Don’t really care about my bladder But I don’t leave home without My pancreas
My pancreas is always There for me Ahh-oooh
Secreting those enzymes (bap bap bap) Secreting those hormones too Metabolizing carbohydrates Just for me
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba My pancreas Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba My pancreas Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba My pancreas Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba My pancreas Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba My pancreas Ooooooh
My pancreas attracts every other Pancreas in the universe With a force proportional To the product of their masses And inversely proportional To the distance between them
Woo woo woo woo
Don’tcha you know you gotta Flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice Flow, flow, into the deuodenum
Won’tcha Flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice Flow, flow, into the deuodenum
Insulin, glucagon (Won’tcha flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice) Comin’ from the islets of Langerhans… (Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Insulin, glucagon (Won’tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice) Comin’ from the islets of Langerhans… (Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Lipase, amylase, and tripsin
They gonna help with our digestion
Lipase, amylase, and tripsin
They gonna help with our digestion
Can’t you see I love my pancreas (Lipase, amylase, and tripsin)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas (They gonna help with our digestion)
Can’t you see I love my pancreas (Lipase, amylase, and tripsin)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas {They gonna help with our digestion}
Can’t you see I love my pancreas (Lipase, amylase, and tripsin)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas (They gonna help with our digestion})
Weasel Stomping Day parodied the bizarre, oftentimes cruel, traditions associated with some holiday/special occassions. The animated video was done by the Robot Chicken crew.
Lyrics
Faces filled with joy and cheer What a magical time of year Howdy Ho! It’s Weasel Stomping Day
Put your Viking helmet on Spread that mayonnaise on the lawn Don’t you know it’s Weasel Stomping Day?
All the little girls and boys Love that wonderful crunching noise You’ll know what this day’s about When you stomp a weasel’s guts right out
So, come along and have a laugh Snap their weasely spines in half Grab your boots and stomp your cares away Hip hip hooray, it’s Weasel Stomping Day
People up and down the street Crushing weasels beneath their feet Why we do it, who can say? But it’s such a festive holiday
So let the stomping fun begin Bash their weasely skulls right in It’s tradition, that makes it okay
Hey everyone, it’s Weasel Stomping We’ll have some fun on Weasel Stomping Put down your gun, it’s Weasel Stomping Day Hip Hip Hooray, it’s Weasel Stomping Day Weasel Stomping Day
The song is fun as a satirical look at the paparazzi and entertainment news outlets like TMZ, but also take the other side of the fence with celebrities aren’t always great either.
Lyrics
You’re sort of famous A minor celebrity And so it only makes sense The world would be obsessed with every single thing you do
They’re running ’round With their camcorders in the night They lurk impatiently In hope in that they just might See something real embarrassing you do
The bad hair day and sweat-stained t-shirt That’s the story that They’re gonna feature With exclusive pics Of your flabby behind You think you’re all alone But that’s right when you’ll find
A bunch of paparazzi Popping out of nowhere Cameras in your face And then suddenly You’re on TMZ You’re on TMZ
Following you When you’re walking down the street And asking stupid questions While you’re trying to eat So you cover your face Thinking to yourself “Hey, isn’t this creepy?”
And they’re out there praying You’ll have a big meltdown And take ’em on a little car chase Through this whole town They’ll be there with you When you’re going to jail First on the scene For every wardrobe fail
You just picked up some transvestite Seconds later It’s up on the website Get a vegas wedding A quickie divorce And they’ll be sneaking in Snapping pictures, of course
And if they ever catch you Picking your nose Or stumbling down the street On a drunken spree You’re on TMZ Stalking you, just waiting by your front door Trailing you through airport security They’re with TMZ They’re with TMZ
Oh, let me tell you It’s getting to the point Where a famous person can’t Even get a D.U.I Or go on a racist rant Those guys are all around So you really shouldn’t dare Go to every club in town If you’ve lost your underwear
Seems that every single time A star decides to shave her head Or ram their car into a tree They’re on TMZ If they catch you peeing in the bushes Later on, that night Well, I guarantee You’re on TMZ You’re on TMZ You’re on TMZ Every single celebrity Knows they’re gonna be There on TMZ
This upbeat original song is about the type of tabloid newspapers that were such a huge thing during the 1980s.
Lyrics
I was waiting in the express lane With my twelve items or less At the checkout counter at the local grocery store I was only passin’ by
But a paper caught my eye And I learned a few things I never knew before It said
Your pet may be an extra-terrestrial It said The ghost of Elvis is living in my den You can learn to cope with stress And you can beat the IRS
And the Incredible Frog Boy is on the loose again Ohhh Midnight Star It’s in the weekly Midnight Star Aliens from outer space are sleeping in my car Midnight Star, I wanna know, I wanna know!
Eat jelly doughnuts and lose twenty pounds a day Hear the story of the man born without a head And top psychics all agree
That the telephone company
Will have a brand new service that lets you talk to the dead
Ohhh Midnight Star
You can believe it if you read it in the weekly Midnight Star
They’re keeping Hitler’s brain alive inside a jar Midnight Star, I wanna know, I wanna know!
Midnight Star I wanna know Ohhh Midnight Star Well don’t ya know that I read it, I read it in the weekly Midnight Star?
The UFOs have landed, and we’ll tell you where they are Midnight Star I wanna know I wanna know Ohhh Midnight Star Well, you can read all about it in the weekly Midnight Star
You can use your ESP to learn to play guitar I wanna know I wanna know (Ahhh Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (Ahhh Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
Enquiring minds like mine wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star)
Written: Lady Gaga /Jeppe Laursen/ Fernando Garibay/Paul “DJ White Shadow” Blair/Al Yankovic
Album: Alpocalypse
Released: 2011
Parody: “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga
A parody that almost did not happen. Al had sent the parody to Lady Gaga’s people, but they rejected it without Lady Gaga hearing it. When Lady Gaga did hear the parody, she gave her blessing. While Weird Al does not have to get artists permission to do a parody, he always apporached the aritst/company as a sign of respect.
Lyrics
My mama told me when I was hatched Act like a superstar Save your allowance, buy a bubble dress And someday you will go far Now on red carpets, well, I’m hard to miss The press follows everywhere I go I’ll poke your eye out with a dress like this Back off and enjoy the show!
I’m sure my critics will say it’s a grotesque display Well they can bite me, baby, I perform this way I might be wearin’ Swiss cheese or maybe covered with bees It doesn’t mean I’m crazy, I perform this way (‘from this way)
Ooh, my little monsters pay lots ’cause I perform this way Baby, I perform this way (perform this way) Ooh, don’t worry, I’m okay, hey, I just perform this way I’m not crazy, I perform this way
I’ll be a troll or evil queen I’ll be a human jelly bean ‘Cause every day is Halloween for me
I’m so completely original My new look is all the rage I’ll wrap my small intestines ’round my neck And set fire to myself on stage I’ll wear a porcupine on my head On a W-H-I-M And for no reason now I’ll sing in French Excusez-moi, qui a PT (express yourself)
Got my straight jacket today, its made of gold lame No, not because I’m crazy, I perform this way I strap prime rib to my feet, cover myself with raw meat I’ll bet you’ve never seen a skirt steak worn this way
Don’t be offended when you see My latest pop monstrosity I’m strange, weird, shocking, odd, bizarre I’m Frankenstein, I’m Avatar There’s nothing too embarrassing I’ll honestly do anything But wear white after Labor Day ‘Cause baby, I perform this way
Hope you won’t think it’s cliche if I go nude today Don’t call the cops, now, baby, I perform this way No reason I should regret all the attention I get I’m not completely crazy, I perform this way, yeah
I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey I’m always deviating from the norm this way-hey I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey I’m really not insane, I just perform this way-hey
Written: Lisa Lopes / Marqueze Ethridge / Patrick A. Brown / Ramon Murray / Rico Renard Wade /Al Yankovic
Album: Bad Hair Day
Release: 1996
Parody: “Waterfalls” by TLC
Genre: R & B
Samples: A prank call from Bart Simpson to Moe on The Simpsons. Voices were donbe by Nancy Cartwright (Bart) and Hank Azaria.
This is another great parody that would be out of date. With cell phones and caller ID, the prank call as they sing about here is much lesser. The parody of “Waterfalls” is still a brilliant work and the cameos by Bart and Moe really pull the song together.
Lyrics
Mom and dad are goin’ out for the evening And you’re stuck inside the house all alone That’s when you decided it might be fun to harass someone Dial a random number up on your telephone You ask if their refrigerator is running Then you tell ’em they should go out and catch it Buddy, if they ever figured out where you were callin’ ’em from They’d come and bust your head right in with a ratchet Listen to me Don’t go makin’ phony calls Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you’re used to I know that you think it’s funny drivin’ folks up the wall But it’s really gettin’ old fast Little Melvin has a natural obsession Askin’ for Prince Albert in a can He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call To some guy he doesn’t know who lives in Japan He’s callin’ strangers up at three in the morning Gives ’em pizza pie delivery at four He won’t be laughin when they’re tracin’ his line One day the phone police will be there at his door Yo, hear me Don’t go makin’ phony calls Only dial the seven-digit numbers you’re used to Swear someday I’m gonna yank that phone cord right out from the wall How long is this phase gonna last? Come on Moe’s bar, what’ll ya eat, beat or drink? Uh, yeah, hello, is Mike there? Last name Rotch. Hold on. I’ll check. Mike Rotch! Mike Rotch! Hey, has anybody seen Mike Rotch lately? Listen to me, you little puke. One of these days, I’m going to catch you, And I’m going to carve my name on your back with an ice pick! Don’t go makin’ phony calls Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you’re used to You went through the New York City phone book and prank called ’em all Hope that you grow out of this fast Dont’ go makin’ phony calls, Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you’re used to Betcha think it’s funny when you’re drivin’ folks right up the wall But you’re just a pain in the aaa….
Songs: “Cradle of Love,” “Tom’s Diner,” “Love Shack,” “Clarinet Polka,” “Pump Up the Jam,” “Losing My Religion,” “Unbelievable,” “Do Me!,” “Enter Sandman,” “Humpty Dance,” “Cherry Pie,” “Miss You Much,” “I Touch Myself,” “Dr. Feelgood,” “Ice Ice Baby,” “Ear Booger Polka.”
Another polka medley appers in the Top 100.
Lyrics
Rock the cradle of love. Rock the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Don’t rock easy, it’s true Rock the cradle of love I rocked the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Don’t rock easy, it’s true
The Love Shack is a little old place where We can get together Love Shack, baby (Love Shack, baby, Love Shack) Hey!
Pump up the jam (hey!). Pump up the jam (hey!) Pump up the jam, pump it up!
That’s me in the corner That’s me in the spotlight, losing my religion Trying to keep a view And I don’t know if I can to it Oh no, I’ve said too much I haven’t said enough
The things you say Your purple prose just gives you away The things you say You’re unbelieveable (Oh!)
Do me, baby. Do me, baby You can do me in the morning, you can do me in the night You can do me when you want to do me Yodalodaladyhoo!
Exit light Enter night Take my hand Off to never never land
The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the Hump Do me, baby Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Do me, baby Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump
She’s my cherry pie Put a smile on your face ten miles wide Look so good, make a grown man cry Sweet cherry pie-yi-yi Woo!
Drum solo!
I miss you so much (M-O-I miss you so much) I really miss you much (M-I-S-S you so much) I miss you so much (M-O-I miss you so much) I really miss you much
Hey, I don’t want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself Oh, I don’t want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no no no
He’s the one they call Dr. Feelgood He’s the one that makes you fell all right He’s the one they call Dr. Feelgood He’s gonna be your Frankenstein
Let’s kick it! If you got a problem, (yo!) I’ll solve it Check out the beat while the DJ revolves it Ice ice baby Ice ice baby… Word to your mother! Ice ice baby Ice ice baby forever I’ll be your ife… ice… baby! Hey!
This is a fun song, in the same general vein as “One More Minute.” This is one of the few Al songs that had an official karaoke version as a B side to Gump.
Lyrics
Since you’ve been gone Well, I feel like I’ve been chewing on tinfoil Since you’ve been gone It’s like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil Oh well, I’m feelin’ like I stuck my hand Inside a blender and turned it on You know, I’ve been in a butt load of pain Since you’ve been gone (Since you’ve been gone) I couldn’t feel any worse if you dropped A two-ton bowling ball on my toes (Since you’ve been gone) It couldn’t hurt anymore if you shoved A red-hot cactus up my nose
Since you’ve been gone Well, it feels like I’m getting tetanus shots every day Since you’ve been gone It’s like I’ve got an ice cream headache that won’t go away Ever since the day you left me I’ve been so miserable, my dear I feel almost as bad as I did When you were still here
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