Written: Young MC/Matt Dike/Michael Ross/Al Yankovic
Album: UHF
Released: 1989
Genre: rap/comedy
Parody: “Wild Thing” by Tone Loc (Weird Al’s first parody of a rap song)
Weird Al has an affinity for classic TV shows, as he has done songs about the Beverly Hillbillies and The Brady Bunch among others. This song is a spoof on the TV show Gilligan’s Island.
Lyrics
Met this fine young thing At the local Circle K She made a date for a half past eight And I said, “What the hey?”
So I journeyed to her crib And I let myself inside That chick was slouched down on the couch I think her brain was fried
Couldn’t figure it out She wouldn’t even look at me Then I saw her eyes, she was hypnotized Cold glued to her TV
“Hey, what’s your problem baby doll Let’s have a little fling” She said, “Hey you fool, now just be cool I’m watchin’ that Gilligan’s Isle thing”
Isle thing Isle thing
Watchin’ all night Musta been a marathon I was bummin’, those shows kept comin’ Here’s what was goin’ on
These Castaways were stranded On this island out at the sea One of them called Gilligan So let’s name him after me
He’d mess up every rescue Man, that first mate was illin’ If I was one of those Castaways I think I’d probably kill him
Just about that time Telephone began to ring She said, “Just let it, my machine’ll get We’re watchin’ the Gilligan’s Isle thing
Isle thing She loves that Gilligan’s Isle thing Isle thing Please, baby, baby, please
I like the professor He always saves their butts He could build a nuclear reactor From a clouple’ of coconuts
She said, “That guy’s a genius” I shook my head and laughed I said, “If he’s so fly, they tell me why He couldn’t build a lousy raft”
And while we’re on the subject I’ll tell you one thing for sure Those homeboys brought an awful lot For just a three hour tour
Then her mom came in the room It was kind of embarrasing She said, “Hey you two, I was once like you And I loved that Gilligan’s Isle thing”
Written: R Kelly/Jimmy Page/Robert Plant/John Paul Jones/Al Yankovic
Album: Straight Outta Lynwood
Released: 2006
Style: parody of “Trapped in the Closet” by R Kelly
Weird Al has had several long form songs at the end of some of his albums including Genius in France and Albuquerque, and Trapped in the Drive Thru is one of these. It is a parody, unlike the other long songs. This, to date, is the longest parody Al has ever recorded.
It might be higher on a lot of lists because of how relatable the situation is. Practically everybody has gone through this sort of moment, trying to decide on dinner.
Lyrics
Seven o’clock in the evening Watchin something stupid on TV I’m zoned out on the sofa When my wife comes in the room and sees me And she says, “Is this Behind the Music with Lynyrd Skynyrd?” And I say, “I don’t know…” Say, “It’s gettin’ late, what you wanna do for dinner?” She says, “I kinda had a big lunch so I’m not super hungry.” I said, “Well, you know, baby, I’m not starvin’ either but I could eat…” She said, “So what do you have in mind?” I said, “I don’t know, what about you?” She said, “I don’t care… if you’re hungry, let’s eat.” I said, “That’s what we’re gonna do! But first you gotta tell me what it is you’re hungry for?” And she says, “Let me think, what’s left in our refrigerator?” I said, “Well, there’s tuna, I know.” She said, “That went bad a week ago!” I said, “Is the chili okay?” She said, “You finished that yesterday!” I hopped up and I said “I don’t know. Do you want to get something delivered?” She’s like, “Why would I want to eat liver? I don’t even like liver!” I’m like, “No, I said ‘delivered’.” She’s like, “I heard you say ‘liver’!” I’m like, “I should know what I said…” She’s like, “Whatever! I just don’t want any liver!”
Well, I was gonna say something But my cell phone started to ring Now who could be callin’ me? Well, I checked my caller ID It was just cousin Larry Callin’ for the third time today My wife said, “Let it go to voicemail.” I said, “Okay.” “Where were we? Oh, dinner, right! So what do you want to do?” She said, “Why don’t you whip up somethin’ in the kitchen?” “Yeah, ” I said, “why don’t you?” And then she said, “Baby, can’t we just go out to dinner, please?” I says, “No” She says, “Yes” I says, “No” She says, “Yes” I says, “No” She says, “Yes… Oh, here’s your keys” I step a little bit closer Say, “Okay, where ya want to go?” She says, “How about The Ivy?” I said, “Yeah, well, I don’t know I don’t feel like gettin’ all dressed up And eatin’ expensive food” She’s says, “Olive Garden?” I say, “Nah, I’m not in the mood And Burrito King would make me gassy There’s no doubt” She says, “Just forget about it” I said, “No, I swear I’m gonna take you out!” Then I get an idea I say, “I know what we’ll do!” She says, “What?” I say, “Guess!” She says “What?” I say, “We’re goin’ to the drive-thru!”
So we head out the front door Open the garage door Then I open the car doors And we get in those car doors Put my key in the ignition And then I turn it sideways Then we fasten our seat belts As we pull out the driveway Then we drive to the drive-thru Heading off to the drive-thru We’re approaching the drive-thru Getting close to the drive-thru Almost there at the drive-thru Now we’re here at the drive-thru Here in line at the drive-thru Did I mention the drive-thru?
Well, here we are In the drive-thru line, me and her Cars in front of us, cars in back of us All just waiting to order There’s some idiot in a Volvo With his brights on behind me I lean out the window and scream “Hey, what you trying to do, blind me?” My wife says, “Maybe we should park, we could just go eat inside.” I said, “I’m wearin’ bunny slippers So I ain’t leavin’ this ride…” Now a woman on a speaker box Is sayin’, “Can I take your order, please?” I said, “Yes indeed, you certainly can We’d like two hamburgers with onions and cheese.” Then my wife says “Baby, hold on, I’ve changed my mind! I think I’m gonna have a chicken sandwich instead this time” I said, “You always get a cheeseburger!” She says, “That’s not what I’m hungry for.” I put my head in my hands and scream “I don’t know who you are anymore!” The voice on the speaker says “I don’t have all day.” I said, “Then take our order and we’ll be on our way! I wanna get a chicken sandwich and I want a cheeseburger too” She’s like, “You want onions on that?” I’m like, “Yeah, I already said that I do Plus we need curly fries And don’t you dare forget it! And two medium root beers No, just one, we’ll split it.” Then I said “I’m guessin’ that you’re probably not too bright So read me back my order Let’s make sure you got it right.” She says “One – you want a chicken sandwich Two – you want a cheeseburger Three – curly fries, and a large root beer” “Stop! Don’t go no further! I never ordered a large root beer I said medium, not large!” Then she says, “We’re havin’ a special I supersized you at no charge.” “Oh.” And that’s all I could say, was “Oh.” And she says, “Now there is somethin’ else That I really think you should know You can have unlimited refills For just a quarter more.” I say “Great, except we’re in the drive-thru, so what would I want that for?” Then she says, “Wait a minute Your voice sounds so familiar… hey, is this Paul? And my wife is all like “No, that ain’t Paul Now tell me, who’s this Paul?” She says, “Oh, he’s just some guy Who goes to school with me I sat behind him last year And I copied off of him in Geometry.” I said, “I know a guy named Paul He used to be my plumber He was prematurely bald And he moved to Pittsburgh last summer He also had bladder problems And a really bad infection on his toe.” And she says, “Mister, please, you can stop right there That’s way more than I needed to know!” And then we both were quiet And things got real intense Then she says, “Next window, please That’ll be five dollars and eighty two cents!” So we inched ahead in line Movin’ painfully slow I got a little bored So I turned on the radio
Click, turned it off Because my wife was getting a headache So we both just sat there quietly for her sake Then I looked at her And she looked back at me And I said, “Um, I think you have somethin’ in your teeth.” She turned away from me And then turned back and said, “Did I get it?” I said, “Yeah, well, I mean, most of it But hey, ya know, don’t sweat it.” Then she said, “How about now?” I said, “Yeah, almost There’s still a little bit there, but don’t worry It’s probably just a piece of toast.” Now we’re at the pay window Or whatever you call it Put my hand in my pocket I can’t believe there’s no wallet!
And the lady at the window’s like “Well, well, well, that’ll be five eighty-two.” I turn around to my wife, and say “How much have you got on you?” She just rolls her eyes and says “I’ll pay for this, I guess” So she reaches into her purse And busts out the American Express I hand it to the lady And she says “Oh dear, It’s gotta be cash only We don’t take credit cards here.” I took back the card and said “Gee, really? Well, that sucks.” And that’s when I found out My wife was only carryin’ three bucks I said, “I thought you were gonna hit the ATM today” She says, “I never got around to it, so where’s your wallet anyway?” And I said, “Never mind, just help me to find some change…” Now the lady at the window Is lookin’ at me kind of strange And she says, “Mister, please, we gotta move this line along” I said, “Now, hold your stinkin’ horses, lady! We won’t be long.” So I looked around inside the glove-box And checked the mat beneath my feet I found a nickel in an ashtray And a couple pennies and a dime in the space between the seats Before long I had a little pile of coins of every sort The lady counts it up and says “You’re still about a dollar short” And now my woman’s got this weird look Frozen on her face She screams, “You know, I wasn’t even really hungry in the first place!” And so I turned around To the cashier again I shrugged and said: “Okay, forget the chicken sandwich then” So I pick up my change Pick up my receipt And I drive to the pickup window Man, I just can’t wait to eat And now we see this acne-ridden kid about sixteen Wearin’ a dorky nametag that says “Hello, my name is Eugene.” And he hands me a paper bag I look him in the eyes And I say to him, “Hey, Eugene, could I get some ketchup for my fries?” Well, he looks at me And I look at him And he looks at me And I look at him And he looks it me And I look at him And he says, “I’m sorry! What did you want again?” I say “Ketchup!” And he says, “Oh yeah, that’s right I just spaced out there for a second I’m really kind of burnt tonight.” And then he hands me the ketchup And now we’re finally drivin’ away And the food is drivin’ me mad With its intoxicating bouquet I’m starvin’ to death By the time we pull up at the traffic light I say, “Baby, gimme that burger I just gotta have a bite!” So she reaches in the bag And pulls out the burger And she hands me the burger And I pick up the burger And then I unwrap the paper I bite into those buns And I just can’t believe it They forgot the onion!
Style: Blues; typical 12-bar, slow-tempo structure, and harmonica solos.
Another one of those original songs that sneaks under the radar. I do love this song. It is such a funny song with a parody of the style of Blues.
Lyrics
I woke up this morning Then I went back to bed Said I woke up this morning Then I went right back to bed Got a funny kind of feelin’ like I got broken glass in my underwear And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head You know what I’m sayin’
Well I ain’t got not money I’m just walkin’ down the road Said I ain’t got no money, honey So I’m just walking down this lonely old road Well, I wish I could get me some money But I forgot my automated teller code
I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles My brothers and sisters all hated me ’cause I was an only child
I got the blues so bad, woo Kinda wish I was dead Maybe I’ll blow my brains out mama Or maybe I’ll, yeah maybe I’ll just go bowlin’ instead
I’m just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, Sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime
Nothing but a low-down beer bellied, bone headed, pigeon toed, Turkey necked, weasel faced, worthless hunk of slime
Guess I pretty low self image Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance or something, I I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I’ve got the time Make it talk Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk OK, now make it shut up
Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down I always feel so miserable whenever I’m around I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain I’d flush myself right down the toilet, but I’d just clog up the drain
I got the blues so bad Kinda wish I was dead Maybe I’ll blow my brains out mama Or maybe I’ll go bowling Or I just might go bowling Maybe I’ll just rent some shoes and go bowling Maybe I’ll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid looking Shirt and go bowling instead Yeah
This is one of those secretively funny original songs at the end of the album that don’t get as much attention as some of the bigger parodies or style pastiches. Yet, it is really funny, setting up the image of a big, old truck driver in his dresses and with his makeup.
Lyrics
Lyrics
I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a big ol’ truck Pedal to the metal, hope I don’t run out of luck Rollin’ down the highway until the break of dawn Drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
My diesel rig is northward bound It’s time to put that hammer down Just watchin’ as the miles go flyin’ by I’m ridin’ twenty tons of steel But it’s sure hard to hold the wheel While I’m still waiting for my nails to dry
Oh, I always gotta check my lipstick in that rear view mirror And my pink angora sweater fits so tight I’m jammin’ gears and haulin’ freight Well, I sure hope my seams are straight Lord, don’t let my mascara run tonight
Because I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a big ol’ truck Smokey’s on my tail and my accelerator’s stuck Got these eighteen wheels a-rollin until the break of dawn Drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
Oh, I don’t mind when my crotchless panties creep right up on me And my nipple rings don’t bother me too much But when I hit those big speed bumps My darling little rhinestone pumps Keep slippin’ off the mother-lovin’ clutch
But still I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a big ol’ truck Headin’ down the interstate, just tryin’ to make buck Wearin’ feather boas with sequins and chiffon While I’m drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a truck Got a load to carry and some eyebrows left to pluck And I’m late for my appointment down at the hair salon So I’ll be drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
Style: This is a style parody of Bob Marley and other reggae music
One of the wonderful hidden gems on the In 3D album. Buy Me a Condo satires the American lifestyle.
Lyrics
Gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Wo, used to live in Jamaica But I don’t live dere no more Had to change me lifestyle Do t’ings I never done before So now I’m just a lonely Rastaman Living in dis American town Gonna sell me Bob Marley records Gonna get me some Jackson Browne
I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting And get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, eh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Wo, gonna cut off me dreadlocks T’row away all me ganja I’ll have a Tupperware party Maybe join me a health spa I’ll get a bowl of plastic fruits And a microwave oven, too Then I’ll have the neighbors over for a weenie barbecue
Gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I get a funny little T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Ain’t gonna work in de field no more Gonna be Amway distributor Ain’t gonna work in de field no more (no, no) Gonna be Amway distributor
Ja, ja, ja, life is so very hard I need a (ja) ja, ja, ja jacuzzi in me back yard
Oh, I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, eh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
What’d you say?
I gonna buy me a condo I gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
What’d you say?
I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting And get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Fact: Doors keyboardist played keyboards on the studio recording of the song.
Album: Alpocalypse
This song was released before the album among a group of songs called Internet Leaks, which included four new videos.
The song is an amazing style parody of The Doors. So much so that you might think it is a stright up parody of a specific song.
Lyrics
Whoa, yeah!
You’ve got a ’65 Chevy Malibu With automatic drive A custom paint job, too
I’ll trade you for my old wheelbarrow And a slightly used sombrero And I’ll even throw in a stapler, if you insist
Craigslist! I’m on Craiglist, baby, come on! Yeah
Well, we shared a quick glance Saturday at the mall I never took a chance Never approached you at all
You were a blonde half-Asian with a bad case of gas I was wearin’ red Speedos and a hockey mask Come on, let’s find that love connection that we missed
On Craigslist! Yeah, Craigslist, come on! I’m on Craigslist Oh, baby, maybe you are too! Be bom ba chomb cadonk bin bam boo!
An open letter to the snotty barista At the Coffee Bean on San Vacente Boulevard: I know there were twenty people behind me in line But I was on a cell phone call with my mother Didn’t you see me hold up my index finger? That means, “I’ll order my soy decaf hazelnut latte in just a couple minutes” So, what’s with the attitude, lady? No tip for you!
Got a trash can of Styrofoam peanuts You can have ’em for free You can drop by on the weekend And pick ’em up from me But the trash can ain’t part of the deal Only givin’ you the peanuts Get real! Don’t have no Hefty bag, so bring your own Don’t bug me with questions on the phone Don’t ask for help, don’t waste my time And don’t complain, ’cause they won’t cost you a dime Just ask yourself: Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts? You can have my Styrofoam peanuts Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts? You can have them all
They’re on Craigslist, yeah! Craigslist! Ow, baby, come on! I’m on Craigslist, Craigslist, Craigslist! I’m on Craigslist, Craigslist, Craigslist, now
Parody: “Got My Mind Set On You” by George Harrison (Originally recorded by James Ray in 1962)
Album: Even Worse
Released: 1988
The first parody in the Top 100 is a parody of George Harrison’s big hit in 1987, Got My Mind Set on You. I am a big Beatles fan so the song by Harrison was a personal favorite and Al’s version was very funny.
Lyrics
This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long
Couldn’t think of any lyrics No I never wrote the lyrics So I’ll just sing any old lyrics That come to mind, child
You really need words Whole lotta rhyming words You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it To do it, to do it right, child
This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long
I know that you’re probably sore ‘Cause I didn’t write any more I just didn’t get to complete it So that’s why I gotta repeat it
This song is just six words long (six words long) This song is just six words long (six words long)
Oh I make a lotta money They pay me a ton of money They’re payin’ me plenty of money To sing this song, child
I gotta fill time Three minutes worth of time Oh, how will I fill so much time, mm-mm I’ll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo A solo, a solo here
This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long
This song’s got nothin’ to say But I’m recording it anyway I know if I put my mind to it I know I could find a good rhyme here
Oh, you gotta have-a music You need really catchy music This song has got plenty of music But just six words, child
And so I’ll sing’ em over And over and over and over And over and over and over, mm-mm And over and over and over And over and over and over again
Six words long, six words long Six words long, six words long Six words long, six words long
This song is just six words long It’s just six words long
Jackson Park Express is one of the longer songs Weird Al has done. It runs 9 minutes and 4 seconds. It is an epic love story between two people who see each other on a bus for the first time. The romance lasts until the woman gets off the bus, without ever speaking to the man.
Ah, love.
Lyrics
Tuesday morning, 8:15 I was riding to work on the Jackson Park Express Seemed like any other day Then my whole world changed In a way I never could have guessed ‘Cause she walked in Took the seat right across the aisle I knew we had a special connection The second I saw her smile
She smiled as if to say “Hello, haven’t seen you on this bus before” I gave her a look that said “Huh, life is funny, you never know what’s in store By the way, your hair is beautiful I bet it smells like raisins”
She looked at me in a way that asked “Did you have a nose job or something? I’m only asking, cause your nose looks slightly better Than the rest of your face” I arched my eyebrow, ever so slightly Which was my way of asking “Do you want my old Hewlett-Packard printer? It still works, kinda And I got a bunch of ink cartridges left”
Then, she let out a long sigh Which, I took to mean, “Uh” “Mama, what is that deodorant you’re wearing? It’s intoxicating Why don’t we drive out to the country sometime? And collect deer ticks in a zip-lock baggie”, oh yeah
I gave her a penetrating stare Which could only mean “You are my answer, my answer to everything Which is why, I’ll probably do very poorly On the written part of my driver’s test”
Yes, it all happened On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express
I knew she was starting to fall for me ‘Cause she crinkled her nose, which unmistakably meant “Baby, lets wear each other’s clothes And speak in a thick German accent And, maybe someday we can own and operate Our own mobile pet-grooming service” I couldn’t hold back my feelings I gave her a look, that said “I would make any sacrifice for your love Goat, chicken, whatever I could never hold you close enough Let’s have our bodies surgically grafted together Oh, surgically grafted together”
She picked up a newspaper, and started reading to herself Which I’m sure, was a way of telling me “When you’re cold, I will warm you When you’re shivering, I will hold you When your nauseous, I will give you Pepto-Bismol every hour For as long as the symptoms persist” Oh, I, I never, ever want to see you cry So, please let me cauterize your tear ducts with an arc welder Then, I glanced down, at her shirt, for a second In a way that clearly implied “I like your boobs”
Yes, it all happened On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express
I cleared my throat quietly, and then, I looked away And I’m sure it was obvious to her, just what I was trying to say I was trying to say, “Hey I’d like to make a wall-sized mural out of all the dead skin cells That you slough off while you sleep at night” Whoa-o-Oh, “I’d like to rip you wide open And french-kiss every single one of your internal organs Oh, I’d like to remove all your skin, and wear your skin, over my own skin But not in a creepy way”
Then, I’m pretty sure, she looked at me, out of the corner of her good eye And, though, she never spoke a word, this is exactly what I heard She was saying, “Oh! I wanna make out with you, in an abandoned toll-booth, in the middle of a monsoon I wanna ride dolphins with you, in the moonlight Until the staff at Sea World kicks us out I want you inside me, oh, like a tapeworm”
I pointed to the side of my mouth, as a way of indicating “Hey, I think you got something on the side of your mouth” She licked the corner of her lips, as if to say “Here?”, I nodded, implying, “Yeah, you got it”
And, then the bus stopped, at 53rd Street, and she got up suddenly “Where are you going?”, pleaded my eyes, “Baby, don’t you do this to me Think of the beautiful children we could have someday We could school them at home, raise them up the right way And protect them from the evils of the world Like Trigonometry and Prime Numbers, oh no Baby, please don’t go”
She brushed my leg, as she left the bus I’m sure that was her way of saying “I’m sorry this just isn’t working out You’re suffocating me I need some space to find out what life’s all about So, goodbye forever, my love”
And deep inside, I knew she was right It was time for us both to move on And no, I never got her number, oh no no She never bothered to leave her address, oh But, as long as I live, I’ll never forget Those precious moments we shared together
On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express
Featured songs: It’s Only Rock ‘n Roll (But I Like It),” “Brown Sugar,” “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” “Honky Tonk Women,” “Under My Thumb,” “Ruby Tuesday,” “Miss You,” “Sympathy for the Devil,” “Get off of My Cloud,” “Shattered,” “Let’s Spend the Night Together,” and “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction”.
The first of multiple polka medleys to appear in the Top 100, this song included songs only from the catalogue of the Rolling Stones. Usually Weird Al polkas include songs from a variety of artists, but this one breaks that trait.
Lyrics
If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you, would it slide on by you Would you think the boy is strange? Ain’t it stra-a-ange?
If I could win, if I could sing A love song so divine Would it be enough for your cheating heart If I broke down and cried? If I cri-i-ied?
I said, ah, no, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll, but I like it Ah, no, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll, but I like it, like it, yes, I do I really, really, really, really do-do-do-do-do, hey
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he’s doing all right Heard him with the women just around midnight (Brown sugar) How come you taste so good? (Brown sugar) Just like a young girl should
I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man You can’t always get what you want You can’t always get what you want You can’t always get what you want But if you try sometimes, you might find You get what you need
You need honky tonk women Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
Under my thumb, the girl who once had me down Under my thumb, the girl who once pushed me around It’s down to me, yes, it is The way she talks when she’s spoken to Down to me, the change has come, she’s under my thumb
So goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still, I’m gonna miss you
Please allow me to introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste I’ve been around for a long, long year Stole many a man’s soul and faith Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name ‘Cause what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game
I said hey (hey), you (you), get off of my cloud Hey (hey), you (you), get off of my cloud Hey (hey), you (you), get off of my cloud Don’t hang around, ’cause two’s a crowd
Laughter, joy and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex Look at me I’m in tatters (Shadoobie, shattered) I’m shattered (Shadoobie, shattered)
This doesn’t happen to me every day, whoa, my (Let’s spend the night together) No excuses offered anyway, oh, my (Let’s spend the night together) I’ll satisfy your every need (Every need) And now I know you’ll satisfy me My-my-my-my, my-my-my Let’s spend the night together Now I need you more than ever Let’s spend the night together Now (My-my-my-my, my-my-my)
I can’t get no satisfaction I can’t get no girly action ‘Cause I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) and I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) And I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) and I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) I can’t get no I can’t get no I can’t get no Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction Hey
Style Parody: This is debated by the fans. Some believed that this was a pastiche of the Doobie Brothers while others do not agree.
A fun and energetic song that was an early original for Weird Al. It was not listed on some versions of the In 3D album because of space.
Lyrics
We all used to call him Jimmy the geek He was a dumb looking, scrawny little four-eyed freak He never used to hang around with the guys He’d just sit in the corner Attracting the flies
He wasn’t much to look at He never was very bright But at least there was one thing that he could do alright
That boy could dance That boy could dance, yeah
He was kind of a jerk He was kind of a bore But the women would scream when he walked in the door There’s one thing I can tell you for sure That boy could dance
Pickin’ teams, he would always be last He couldn’t run very far He couldn’t think very fast If he was on your side, you’d always lose That guy had a problem Even tying his shoes
He never passed his drivers test He was always afraid of cars And he had a complexion That resembled the surface of Mars
But that boy could dance That boy could dance, yeah
Well, his hair was a mess And his clothes didn’t fit He smelled pretty bad And he drooled just a bit But you gotta admit Boy, that boy could dance
Now that boy is much older He got his own dance studio He got a teeny bopper fan club Yeah, he got his own TV show
Now he owns half of Montanna They all call him “Diamond Jim” And you know I’d do anything if I could be just like him
‘Cause that boy could dance That boy could dance That boy could dance (Now that boy could dance) That boy could dance, dance (Now that boy could dance)
That boy could dance (Now that boy could dance) That boy could dance, yeah (Now that boy could dance) I said that boy could dance (Now that boy could dance)
That boy could dance, yeah (Now that boy could dance) That boy could dance
The number one TV Show Theme Song, according to EYG, is the theme from The Greatest American Hero”
Title: “Believe It or Not”
Composed: Mike Post
Lyrics: Stephen Geyer
Performed: Joey Scarbury
This TV Show theme was more than just a TV theme. It was a huge hit on the charts, reaching #2 on the Billboard Top 100.
When compiling this list, I had a hard time deciding what should be at number one. I had several theme songs that I thought could conceivably top the list. However, in the end, I knew that this song from Joey Scarbury would be the one to reach the heights. Figuratively, it was a rough flight to the top, just like it was a rough flight every time Ralph Hinkley took to the skies in his red and black super hero suit. But we always got where we needed to go. “Believe It or Not,” the theme to The Greatest American Hero is #1!
Starting tomorrow, our next Daily Countdown starts with #100 of the Top 100 Weird Al Songs!
Performed: Carol O’Connor & Jean Stapleton as Archie and Edith Bunker
End credits: “Remebering You” with lyrics by Carol O’Connor
I have a soft place in my heart for All in the Family. Not only was it hilarious and way before its time, but the main two characters are very much my parents with the volume turned way up. The opening theme was always such a fun way to kick off the show.
Written: Glen A. Larson, Gail Jensen, and David Somerville.
Performed: Lee Majors
The producers of the show used the theme song to help pitch the show to ABC. There was a new version of the song recorded by Blake Shelton for the recent Fall Guy movie.
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The theme featured the real star of the show… the car. The opening credits has the Coyote X flying all over the place and “Drive” is that high-energy, high-speed electric guitar power that worked so well. The show changed themes songs in the second season, but the fan base revolted and “Drive” returned.
EYG- Embrace Your Geekness 