Album: Released as a single; appeared on Weird Al’s box set Permanent Record: Al in the Box
Written: Weird Al Yankovic / Brad Roberts
Parody: “Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm” by The Crash Test Dummies
Genre: Alternative Rock
Topic: Song about Michael Fay’s caning in Singapore, the Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan figure skating scandal, and the Lorena and John Bobbitt incident.
Lyrics
Once, there was this kid who Took a trip to Singapore and brought along his spray paint And when he finally came back He had cane marks all over his bottom He said that it was from when the warden whacked it so hard
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Once there was this girl who Swore that one day she would be a figure skating champion And when she finally made it She saw some other girl who was better And so she hired some guy to Club her in the knee cap
They got paid for their sound bytes And sold their TV-Movie rights And then, there was this guy who Made his wife so mad one night that she cut off his weiner And when he finally came to He found little Mr. Happy was missing He couldn’t quite explain it It’d always just been there
Title: “The North Korea Polka (Please Don’t Nuke Us)”
Album: None
Appeared: HBO’s Last Week Tonight with John Oliver
Date: August 2017
Written: Al Yankovic
Genre: Polka
Topic: “John Oliver noted that North Korea has a surprising cultural affinity for the accordion. To take advantage of this, he brought in Yankovic and his signature accordion to ”communicate’ with the nation” –Entertainment Tonight
What an awesome surprise this was. Weird Al, who usually does medley polkas, provided an actual original song about North Korea. “The song was created as a satirical de-escalation plea during a time of heightened nuclear tensions between the U.S. and North Korea.” -www.weirdal.com.
Lyrics
Would you annihilate us if you had the chance? That’s such an antisocial thing to do You’ve got us crapping our collective pants May I suggest you take it down a notch or two
We’re not exactly sure why you’re upset Did that Seth Rogen movie make you super mad? You’d like us if you got to know us i bet We’re mostly harmless decent people, hey we’re really not so bad
My point is! Please don’t nuke us North Korea Right now we’re all a little tense Believe me! We don’t hate you Frankly we don’t even think that much about you, no offense
Now you might call us “bloodthirsty dogs” But that metaphor’s not very apt Were just a bunch of simple fidget-spinning goofy dorks Who probably couldn’t find your country on a map
No we’re not savages or cannibals Well maybe just a really really really small percent So I think it would be best if you’d knock off those missile tests Don’t turn us into cinder while we’re swiping right on Tinder Don’t jump start Armageddon or our beds will soon be wetter Won’t you think this through for a moment please Now why would you bomb our nice celebrities? Oh why in the world would you kill Tom Hanks? Cause nobody doesn’t like Tom Hanks!
So! Please don’t nuke us North Korea That would seriously ruin our day Remember! We’re not evil psychotic monsters No matter what the news may say We’re just those goofballs from the U.S.A! (Please don’t nuke us) (Please don’t nuke us) (Please don’t nuke us) Hey!
Topic: Wishing happy birthday while discussing all the worst things on the earth.
I love this song. I play it every year for my birthday and I have sent it to several people over Facebook or other social media platform.
“And a pinch to grow an inch!”
Lyrics
Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you
Well, it’s time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year We’ll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer You should be good and happy that there’s something you can eat A million people every day are starving in the street
Your daddy’s in the gutter with the wretched and the poor Your mama’s in the kitchen with a can of Cycle Four There’s garbage in the water There’s poison in the sky I guess it won’t be long before we’re all gonna die
Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you
Well, what’s the matter little friend? You think this party is the pits? Enjoy it while you can, we’ll soon be blown to bits The monkeys in the Pentagon are gonna cook our goose Their finger’s on the button, all they need is an excuse
It doesn’t take a military genius to see We’ll all be crispy critters after World War III There’s nowhere you can run to, nowhere you can hide When they drop the big one, we all get fried Come on, boys and girls, sing along, okay?
Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you (wow!)
Well, there’s a punk in the alley and he’s looking for a fight There’s an Arab on the corner buying everything in sight There’s a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feed Seems that everywhere you look today there’s misery and greed
I guess you know the earth is gonna crash into the sun But that’s no reason why we shouldn’t have a little fun So if you think it’s scary, if it’s more than you can take Just blow out the candles and have a piece of cake
Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you (wow!)
Happy birthday Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Happy birthday to you
“Eat It” is one of the first huge hits for Weird Al. It is what truly put him on the map. Al talked about people referring to him as the “Eat It” Guy. The video is a direct parody of Michael Jackson’s video for “Beat It,” using several of the same dancers and choreography. This song won Weird Al his first Grammy for Best Comedy Recording.
Lyrics
How come you’re always such a fussy young man? Don’t want no Captain Crunch, don’t want no Raisin Bran Well, don’t you know that other kids are starving in Japan? So, eat it, just eat it
Don’t wanna argue, I don’t wanna debate Don’t wanna hear about what kind of food you hate You won’t get no dessert ’til you clean off your plate So eat it, don’t you tell me you’re full
Just eat it (eat it), eat it (eat it) Get yourself an egg and beat it Have some more chicken, have some more pie It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried
Just eat it (eat it), just eat it (eat it) Just eat it (eat it), just eat it (eat it), ooh
Your table manners are a cryin’ shame You’re playin’ with your food, this ain’t some kind of game Now if you starve to death, you’ll just have yourself to blame So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you’re told (ooh) You haven’t even touched your tuna casserole (ooh!) You better chow down or it’s gonna get cold So eat it, I don’t care if you’re full
Just eat it (eat it), eat it (eat it) Open up your mouth and feed it Have some more yogurt, have some more Spam It doesn’t matter if it’s fresh or canned
Just eat it (eat it), eat it (eat it) Don’t you make me repeat it Have a banana, have a whole bunch It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it (eat it), eat it (eat it) If it’s gettin’ cold, reheat it Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don’t like it, you can’t send it back Just eat it (eat it, hee-hee), eat it (eat it) Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh, Lord!) Have some more chicken (hee-hee), have some more pie (hee-hee) It doesn’t matter if it’s broiled or fried
Just eat it (eat it), eat it (eat it) Don’t you make me repeat it (oh, no) Have a banana (hee-hee), have a whole bunch It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch
Parody: “It’s All About the Benjamins” by Puff Daddy
Written: Sean Combs / Kimberly Jones / David Styles / Sean Jacobs / Jason Phillips / Christopher Wallace / Terry M. Etlinger / Linda Laurie / Deric Angelettie / Al Yankovic
Genre: Rap/Comedy
Topic: Computers
We enter the Top 20 of the Top 100 with one of Weird Al’s first examples of his skill in rapping.
Lyrics
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It’s all about the Pentiums, baby It’s all about the Pentiums, baby It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) Yeah
What y’all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers? Nine to five, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard? Workin’ at a desk with a dumb little placard? Yeah, payin’ the bills with my mad programming skills Defraggin’ my hard drive for thrills I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM I never feed trolls and I don’t read spam Installed a T1 line in my house Always at my PC, double-clickin’ on my mizouse Upgrade my system at least twice a day I’m strictly plug-and-play, I ain’t afraid of Y2K I’m down with Bill Gates, I call him Money for short I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support It’s all about the Pentiums, what? You’ve gotta be the dumbest newbie I’ve ever seen You’ve got white-out all over your screen You think your Commodore 64 is really neato What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito? You’re usin’ a 286? Don’t make me laugh Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half? You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette You’re the biggest joke on the Internet Your database is a disaster You’re waxin’ your modem, tryin’ to make it go faster Hey fella, I bet you’re still livin’ in your parents’ cellar Downloadin’ pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin’ “Me too!” like some brain-dead AOL-er I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller You’re just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y’all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers? Nine to five, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
Uh, uh, loggin’ in now Wanna run wit my crew, hah? Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do? They call me the king of the spreadsheets Got ’em all printed out on my bedsheets My new computer’s got the clocks, it rocks But it was obsolete before I opened the box You say you’ve had your desktop for over a week? Throw that junk away, man, it’s an antique Your laptop is a month old? Well that’s great If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight My digital media is write-protected Every file inspected, no viruses detected I beta tested every operating system Gave props to some, and others? I dissed ’em While your computer’s crashin’, mine’s multitaskin’ It does all my work without me even askin’ Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide I believe that your says “Etch-A-Sketch” on the side In a 32-bit world, you’re a 2-bit user You’ve got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax Where’d you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks? Play me online? Well, you know that I’ll beat you If I ever meet you I’ll control-alt-delete you What? What? What? What? What?
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby) It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y’all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers? Nive to five, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard? What?
Written: Al Yankovic / Charlie Midnight / Dan Hartman
Genre: Funk
Topic: The pain, embarrassment and physical limitations of having a hernia.
Lyrics
Ow
Help me out, dig
All I do is grunt and groan Hurts me to walk anywhere Went to see my physician, Dr. Jones He took my trousers off, told me to cough Doctor says there ain’t nothin’ to discuss He tells me any day I might have to wear a truss
Living with a hernia, ow All the time, such aggravation Living with a hernia Gonna be my ruination Living with a hernia Got to have an operation Feel so old, heh Ow Huh
Too much bad pain Good God, drives me insane Can’t run, barely crawl Got a bulge in my intestinal wall Walk real funny, bless my soul Can’t play tennis and it’s hard to bowl, woo You can’t even do the splits now (say it) Better call it quits now I’m sick of all this dancin’ anyhow
Living with a hernia, huh Hurts me bad in a tender location Living with a hernia Had enough humiliation Living with a hernia, yeah Got to have an operation
Ow I live with a hernia Can’t get up, can’t bend over Now I live with a hernia Wait a minute You may not be familiar with the common types Of hernias that you could get So just settle down, let me clue you in There’s incomplete (incomplete) Epigastric (epigastric) Bladder (bladder) Strangulated (strangulated) Lumbar hernia (lumbar hernia) Richter’s hernia (richter’s hernia) Obstructed (obstructed) Inguinal and Direct
Living with a hernia, rupture I said it’s causin’ me such irritation Living with a hernia, whoa Have to have my medication Living with a hernia I feel bad
Fact: Weird Al put a backwards secret message at the 3:40 mark that said “Satan loves Cheese Whiz”
One of my earliest favorite originals from Weird Al, Nature Trail to Hell had everything for young me. This was a hilarious song with some of the best lyrics you would find.
Lyrics
Coming this Christmas to a theater near you The most horrifying film to hit the screen There’s a homicidal maniac who finds a cub scout troop And he hacks up two or three in every scene
Please don’t reveal the secret ending to your friends Don’t spoil the big surprise You won’t believe your eyes when you see
Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
See severed heads that almost fall right in your lap See that bloody hatchet coming right at you No, you’ll never see hideous effects like these again ‘Till we bring you “nature trail to hell part 2”
So bring the kids along, it’s good clean family fun What have you got to lose If you like the six o’clock news then you’ll love Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
N-n-n-n-n-n-n-nature trail to hell Take it away from the nature trail to hell There’s no escape from the nature trail to hell In 3-d 3-d
Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell Nature trail to hell In 3-d
Nature trail to hell In 3-d Nature trail to hell In 3-d Nature trail to hell In 3-d
Written: Alfred Matthew Yankovic / Jerry Allan Horton / Tobin Esperance / Dave Buckner / Jacoby Dakota Shaddix
Songs included: “Last Resort,” “Chop Suey,” “Get Free,” “Hate To Say I Told You So,” “Fell In Love With A Girl,” “Last Nite,” “Down With The Sickness,” “Renegades Of Funk,” “My Way,” “Outside,” “Bawitdaba,” “Youth Of The Nation,” and “The Real Slim Shady.”
I am not sure that I had ever heard any of these songs prior to the polka, so it is always fun when I happen to hear a lyric from a song and i think, “Hey, that’s Weird Al’s song!”
Lyrics
Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don’t give a- if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort
‘Cause I’m losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine Nothing’s all right, nothing is fine I’m running and a-crying
Wake up (Wake up) Grab a brush and put a little make-up Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup Why’d you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable You wanted to Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to Why’d you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to I don’t think you trust In my self-righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die, die, die D-d-die die die die die
Hey I’m gonna get free I’m gonna get free I’m gonna get free Ride into the sun She never loved me She never loved me She never loved me Why should anyone? Come here, come here, come here I’ll take your photo for ya Come here, come here, come here Drive you around the corner Come here, come here, come here You know you really oughta Come here, come here, come here Move out to California
Do what I want ’cause I can If I don’t because I wanna Be ignored by the stiff and the bored Because I’m gonna Hate to say I told you so (all right) Do believe I told you so Now it’s all out and you knew ‘Cause I wanted to
Fell in love with a girl I fell in love at once and almost completely She’s in love with the world But sometimes these feelings can be so misleading Can’t think of anything to do Yeah, my left brain knows that all love is fleeting She’s just looking for something new Yeah, I said it once before but it bears repeating, now
Last night, she said “Oh baby, don’t you feel so down” (feel so down) “When you turn me off “When I feel left out” So I (what’d you do?) Well, I turned around (right around) “Oh, baby, gonna be alright” (gonna be alright) It was a great big lie (big old lie) ‘Cause I left that night Yeah
Ooh ah ah ah ah Ooh ah ah ah ah Get up Come on get down with the sickness Get up Come on get down with the sickness Get up Come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me Get up Come on get down with the sickness You mother get up Come on get down with the sickness Get up Come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift that has been given to me
We’re the renegades of funk We’re the renegades of funk We’re the renegades of funk We’re the renegades of funk This time I’m’a let it all come out This time I’m’a stand up and shout I’m a do things my way It’s my way My way or the highway This time I’m’a let it all come out This time I’m’a stand up and shout I’m a do things my way It’s my way Or the highway
But I’m on the outside I’m looking in I can see through you See your true colors ‘Cause inside you’re ugly Ugly like me I can see through you See to the real you
Bawitdaba da bang da dang diggy diggy Diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba da bang da dang diggy diggy Diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie
We are, we are The youth of the nation We are, we are The youth of the nation
We are, we are The youth of the nation We are the youth of the nation Hey
I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up Please stand up
I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won’t the real Slim Shady please Please, please stand up
Slim Shady won’t you please stand up? (Stand up Shady)(Stand up) (Stand up Shady)(Stand up) Shady, won’t you please stand up? Hey
Written: Martin Karl Sandberg / Andreas Michael Carlsson / Al Yankovic
Style: Pop/Comedy
Topic: an obsessive shopper and the online website, eBay.
The song ends with several “EEEEE”s after the ending of the official lyrics. It is a very funny bit and the parody hits too close to home as I do love me some eBay.
Lyrics
Yeah
A used pink bathrobe A rare mint snow globe A Smurf TV tray I bought on eBay
My house is filled with this crap Shows up in bubble wrap Most every day What I bought on eBay
Tell me why I need another pet rock Tell me why I got that elf alarm clock Tell me why I bid on Shatner’s old toupee They had it on eBay
I’ll buy your knick-knack Just check my feedback A plus-plus, they all say They love me on eBay
Gonna buy a slightly damaged golf bag Gonna buy some beanie babies, new with tag From some guy I’ve never met in Norway Found him on Ebay
I am the type who is liable to snipe you With two seconds left to go, whoa Got PayPal or Visa, whatever’ll please ya As long as I’ve got the dough
I’ll buy your Tchotchkes Sell me your watch, please I’ll buy (I’ll buy, I’ll buy, I’ll buy) I’m highest bidder
Junk keeps arriving in the mail (now, yeah) From that worldwide garage sale (Dukes of Hazard ashtray) Hey, a Dukes of Hazard ashtray (oh, yeah) I bought it on eBay
Wanna buy a Pac-Man Fever lunchbox Wanna buy a case of Vintage tube socks Wanna buy a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre (used by Dr. Dre) Found it on eBay
Wanna buy that Farrah Fawcet poster Pez dispensers and a toaster Don’t know why The kind of stuff you’d throw away (away I throw) I’ll buy on eBay
This turned out to be Weird Al’s video directing debut.
Lyrics
It’s Christmas at ground zero There’s music in the air The sleigh bells are ringing, and the carolers are singing While the air-raid sirens blare
It’s Christmas at ground zero The button has been pressed The radio just let us know That this is not a test
Everywhere the atom bombs are dropping It’s the end of all humanity No more time for last-minute shopping It’s time to face your final destiny
It’s Christmas at ground zero There’s panic in the crowd We can dodge debris while we trim the tree Underneath the mushroom cloud
You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop Or Jack Frost on your windowsill But if someone’s climbing down your chimney You better load your gun and shoot to kill
Oh, it’s Christmas at ground zero And if the radiation level’s okay I’ll go out with you and see all the new Mutations on New Year’s Day
It’s Christmas at ground zero Just seconds left to go I’ll duck and cover with my Yuletide lover Underneath the mistletoe
It’s Christmas at ground zero Now the missiles are on their way What a crazy fluke, we’re gonna get nuked On this jolly holiday What a crazy fluke, we’re gonna get nuked On this jolly holiday
Topic: misery of an overcrowded public transit bus.
“Another One Rides the Bus” was recorded live on the Dr. Demento Radio Show with Al playing the accordion and Jon “Bermuda” Schwartz banging away on the empty accordion case. Thanks to this interaction, Schwartz and Weird Al began a relationship that has continued to this day.
Lyrics
Ridin’ in the bus down the boulevards And the place was pretty packed, yeah I couldn’t find a seat, so I had to stand With the perverts in the back
It was smellin’ like a locker room There was junk all over the floor We’re already packed in like sardines But we’re stoppin’ to pick up more, look out
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he’s gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus
There’s a suitcase pokin’ me in the ribs There’s an elbow in my ear There’s a smelly old bum standin’ next to me He hasn’t showered in a year
Well, I think I’m missin’ a contact lens I think my wallet’s gone And I think this bus is stoppin’ again To let a couple more freaks get on, look out
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he’s gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus, ow Another one rides the bus, hey, hey Another one rides the bus, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
The window doesn’t open and the fan is broke And my face is turnin’ blue, yeah I haven’t been in a crowd like this Since I went to see The Who
I know I should’ve got off a couple miles ago But I couldn’t get to the door There isn’t any room for me to breathe And now we’re gonna pick up more, yeah
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he’s gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus
I eat filet mignon seven times a day My bathtub’s filled with Perrier What can I say? This is the life I buy a dozen cars when I’m in the mood I hire somebody to chew my food I’m an upwardly mobile dude This is the life
They say that money corrupts you But I can’t really tell I got the whole world at my feet And I think it’s pretty swell
I got women lined up outside my door They’ve been waitin’ there since the week before Who could ask for more? This is the life
You’re dead for a real long time You just can’t prevent it So if money can’t buy happiness I guess I’ll have to rent it
Yeah, every day I make the front page news No time to pay my dues I got a million pairs of shoes This is the life
I got a solid gold Cadillac I make a fortune while I sleep You can tell I’m a living legend Not some ordinary creep
No way, I’m the boss, the Big Cheese Yeah, I got this town on its knobby little knees I can do just what I please This is the life
That’s right, I’m the king, number one I buy monogrammed Kleenex by the ton I pay the bills, I call the shots I grease the palms, I buy the yachts One thing I can guarantee The best things in life, they sure ain’t free It’s such a thrill just to be me This is the life This is the life
The second iconic Weird Al parodies of Michael Jackson songs, “Fat” is one of Weird Al’s most recognizable songs. The video won Weird Al a Grammy for Best Concept Music Video. In the video, Weird Al parodied the video for “Bad”, using the same set.
Lyrics
Your butt is wide, well mine is too Just watch your mouth or I’ll sit on you The word is out, better treat me right ‘Cause I’m the king of cellulite Ham on, ham on Ham on whole wheat, all right
My zippers bust, my buckles break I’m too much man for you to take The pavement cracks when I fall down I’ve got more chins than Chinatown
Well, I’ve never used a phone booth And I’ve never seen my toes When I’m goin’ to the movies I take up seven rows
Because I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on, you know (really really fat) Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stout Just now tell me once again who’s fat?
When I walk out to get my mail It measures on the Richter scale Down at the beach I’m a lucky man I’m the only one who gets a tan If I have one more pie a la mode I’m gonna need my own zip code
When you’re only having seconds I’m having twenty-thirds When I go to get my shoes shined I gotta take their word
Because I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it, you know (really really fat) And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds Lemme tell you once again who’s fat
If you see me comin’ your way Better give me plenty space If I tell you that I’m hungry Then won’t you feed my face
Because I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it, you know (really really fat) When I sit around the house I really sit around the house
You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it, you know it (really really fat) You know, you know (fat fat) You know, come on (really really fat)
And you know all by myself I’m a crowd Let me tell you once again
You know I’m huge (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat, you know (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) And the whole world knows I’m fat and I’m proud Just tell me once again who’s fat?
Written: Ivonil Machado Da Silva / Paula Stefanovich/Al Yankovic
Songs in Medley: “Loser,” “Sex Type Thing,” “All I Want to Do,” “Closer,” “Bang & Blame,” “You Oughta Know,” “Bullet with Butterfly Wings,” “Buddy Holly,” “My Friends,” “I’ll Stick Around,” “Black Hole Sun,” “Basket Case.”
Lyrics
Soy un perdedor! I’m a loser, baby! So why don’t you kill me? Everybody! Soy un perdedor! I’m a loser, baby! So why don’t you kill me? HEY!
I am, I am, I am I said I wanna get next to you I said I’m gonna get close to you You wouldn’t want me have to hurt you too Hurt you too I know you want what’s on my mind I know you like what’s on my mind I know it eats you up inside I know, you know, you know, you know Here I come, I come, I come, I come Here I come, I come, I come, I come
‘Cause all I wanna do is have some fun I’ve got a feeling I’m not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I’ve got a feeling I’m not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up Over Santa Monica Boulevard
HELP ME! I broke apart my insides HELP ME! I got no soul to sell HELP ME! The only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself I wanna (BOING) you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna (BOING) you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god hey! Hey! Hey!
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Blame, blame, blame You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang It’s not my thing so let it go!
‘Cause that love that you gave that we made Wasn’t able to make it enough For you to be open wide, no And every time you speak her name Does she know how you told me you’d hold me Until you die, ’til you die But you’re still alive And I’m here to remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It’s not fair to deny me of the cross I bare that you gave to me you oughta know HEY!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage And someone will say what is Lost can never be saved despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
I love all of you hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you don’t know yourself
I don’t owe you anything! I don’t owe you anything! I don’t owe you anything! I don’t owe you anything!
Black hole sun won’t you come And wash away the rain black hole sun Won’t you come, won’t you come Black hole sun, black hole sun Won’t you come Black hole sun, black hole sun Won’t you come Black hole sun, black hole sun
Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps all adding up I think I’m cracking up And am I just Paranoid am I just stoned? Or am I just stoned?
Rumor said that the original idea for this parody came from Madonna herself, as she asked someone when Weird Al was going to make “Like a Virgin” into “Like a Surgeon.”
Lyrics
I finally made it through med school Somehow I made it through I’m just an intern I still make a mistake or two
I was last in my class Barely passed at the institute Now I’m trying to avoid, yah I’m trying to avoid A malpractice suit
Hey, like a surgeon Cuttin’ for the very first time Like a surgeon Organ transplants are my line
Better give me all your gause nurse This patient’s fading fast Complications have set in Don’t know how long he’ll last
Let me see, that I.V. Here we go time to operate I’ll pull his insides out, pull his insides out And see what he ate
Like a surgeon, hey Cuttin’ for the very first time Like a surgeon Here’s a waiver for you to sign
Woe, woe, woe
It’s a fact I’m a quack The disgrace of the A.M.A. ‘Cause my patient’s dying, yah my patient’s dying Before they can pay
Like a surgeon, hey Cuttin’ for the very first time Like a surgeon Got your kidneys on my mind
Like a surgeon, ooh like a surgeon When I reach inside With my scalpel, and my forceps, and re-tractors Oh oh, oh oh, woe, oh
Ooh baby, yeah I can hear your heartbeat For the very last time
EYG- Embrace Your Geekness 