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Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #64

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TMZ

Title: “TMZ”

Written: Taylor Swift/Liz Rose/Al Yankovic

Album: Alpocalypse

Released: 2011

Parody: “You Belong with Me” by Taylor Swift

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

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #65

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Midnight Star

Title: “Midnight Star”

Written: Al Yankovic

Album: In 3D

Release: 1983

Genre: Pop rock

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)

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #66

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Perform This Way

Title: “Perform This Way”

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

Source: LyricFind

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #67

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Phony Calls

Title: “Phony Calls”

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….

Source: LyricFind

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #68

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Polka Your Eyes Out

Title: “Polka Your Eyes Out”

Album: Off the Deep End

Release: 1992

Style: Polka/Comedy

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

Doo doo doo doo doo doodoo doo doo doo doo doo doo doodoo doo
(Doo doo doo doo doo doodoo doo doo doo doo doo doo doodoo doo)

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!

Source: LyricFind

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #69

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Since You’ve Been Gone

Title: Since You’ve Been Gone

Written: Al Yankovic

Album: Bad Hair Day

Release: 1996

Style: a capella/1960s pop-rock

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

Source: LyricFind

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #70

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Trigger Happy

Title: “Trigger Happy”

Written: Al Yankovic

Album: Off the Deep End

Release: 1992

Style Parody: 1960s Surf rock like the beach Boys or Jan and Dean.

This one may not have aged well. It is a satire of the American gun culture, but with the accumulation of shooters in the country, the joke might hit harder than intended. It is still quite funny with the juxtaposition of the ark lyrics and the upbeat, sunny music.

Lyrics

Got an AK-47, well you know it makes me feel alright
Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
There’s no feeling any greater
Than to shoot first and ask questions later
Now I’m trigger happy, trigger happy every day

Well, you can’t take my guns away, I got a constitutional right
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the Commies attack us tonight
I’ll blow their brains out with my Smith and Wesson
That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson
Now I’m trigger happy, trigger happy every day

trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I’m) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I’m so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I’m gonna have to blow you away

Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed Nazi again
Now why’d you have to get so mad?
It was just a lousy flesh wound, Dad
You know, I’m trigger happy, trigger happy every day

Oh, I still haven’t figured out the safety on my rifle yet
Little Fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead
We’ll have to use him for a pencil instead
Well, I’m so trigger happy, trigger happy every day

trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I’m) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I’m so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I’m gonna have to blow you away

Come on and grab your ammo
What have you got to lose?
We’ll get all liquored up
And shoot at anything that moves

Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight
Oh, I’m prayin’ somebody tries to break in here tonight
I always keep a Magnum in my trunk
You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?
Because I’m trigger happy, trigger happy every day

trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I’m) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I’m so) trigger, trigger happy
Yes I’m trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I’m gonna have to blow you away
Better watch out, punk, or I’m gonna have to blow you away
Better watch out, punk, or I’m gonna have to blow you away
Better watch out, punk, or I’m gonna have to blow you away

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #71

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Polka Party

Title: “Polka Party”

Album: Polka Party

Released: 1986

Genre: Polka/Comedy

Songs: “Sledgehammer,” “Sussudio,” “Party All the Time,” “Say You, Say Me,” “Freeway of Love,” “What You Need,” “Harlem Shuffle,” “Venus,” “Nasty,” “Rock Me Amadeus,” “Shout,” “Papa Don’t Preach.”

I listened to this one forever during my college days.

Lyrics

You could have a big dipper
Going up and down all around the bends
You could have a bumper car bumping
This amusement never ends

I wanna be your sledgehammer
Why don’t you call my name?
Oh, let me be your sledgehammer
This will be my testimony, yeah, yeah

There’s a girl that’s been on my mind all the time
Su-su-sudio, oh-oh
Now she don’t even know my name
But I think she likes me just the same
Su-su-sudio, whoa-oh

And my girl wants to party all the time
Party all the time, party all the time
My girl wants to party all the time, party all the time
She parties all the time

Say you, say me
Say it for always, that’s the way it should be
Say you, say me
Say it together naturally

We’re going riding on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our back
We’re going riding on the freeway of love
In a big Cadillac

That’s why you need, ooh
That’s why this what you need, I’ll give you what you need

Yah, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka, everybody now
Yah, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka

She’s got it, yeah baby, she’s got it
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
What’s your desire?

Nasty, nasty boys don’t mean a thing
Oh, you nasty boys
Nasty, nasty boys don’t ever change
Oh, you nasty boys

I like this part

Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus, ooh

Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without, come on
I’m talking to you, come on

Please papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep
Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep
But I’ve made up my mind, I’m keeping my baby
Oh, I’m gonna keep my baby
I’m gonna keep my baby

Keep my baby
Keep my baby
Keep my baby
Hey

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #72

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Gump

Title: “Gump”

Album: Bad Hair Day

Release: 1996

Written: Chris Ballew/ Jason S. Finn / David Michael Dederer/Al Yankovic

Parody: “Lump” by The Presidents of the United States

Another topic that Al uses in his songs was movies. He has spoofed Spider-Man, Star Wars, and this one, based on the film Forrest Gump. Al’s video is another example of what Weird Al does as he parodied the Presidents of the Unites States as well. Ruth Buzzi guest starred as well.

Lyrics

Gump sat alone on a bench in the park
“My name is Forrest”, he’d casually remark
Waitin’ for the bus with his hands in his pockets
He just kept sayin’ life is like a box of chocolates

He’s Gump, he’s Gump
What’s in his head?
He’s Gump, he’s Gump, he’s Gump
Is he in-bred?

Gump was a big celebrity
He told JFK that he really had to pee
He never feels too dumb because
His mom always told him stupid is as stupid does

He’s Gump, he’s Gump
He’s kinda square
He’s Gump, he’s Gump, he’s Gump
What’s with that hair?
Wow!

Run, run
Run, run, now Forrest, run
Run
Run like the wind now
Run, run
Run, run, now Forrest, run
Stop!

His buddy Bubba was a shrimp-lovin’ man
His friend with no legs he called Lieutenant Dan
His girlfriend Jenny was kind of a slut
Went to the White House, showed LBJ his butt

He’s Gump, he’s Gump
He’s not too bright
He’s Gump, he’s Gump, he’s Gump
But he’s alright
Wow!

Is this Gump out of his head?
I think so
Is this Gump really brain dead?
I think so
Yeah, woo!
Did this Gump make lots of bread?
I think so
And that’s all I have to say about that

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #73

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Toothless People

Title: “Toothless People”

Written:  Mick Jagger/Daryl Hall/David A. Stewart/Al Yankovic

Album: Polka Party

Release: 1986

Parody: “Ruthless People” by Mick Jagger

This is another hidden gem as Al parodied a title track to the movie Ruthless People. It was deep on the album Polka Party but was always a personal favorite.

Lyrics

They only show you their gums when they smile
Ain’t got a tooth in their heads now, how vile
Only can eat things like pudding and applesauce
They never have to buy toothpicks or dental floss

Hey, stand up
Toothless people, their breath is lethal, want to tell you
Hey, come on, stand up, get on your feet
Toothless people, old and feeble, what I say

No more of those pearly whites will they possess
Their oral hygiene is frightful, a mess
Lots of ’em suffering from trench mouth and gum disease
At least they don’t have to worry ’bout cavities

Hey, stand up, take out your teeth
Toothless people, old and feeble, oh yes

You can brush ’em, you can floss ’em
They’re something you just can’t ignore
If you lose ’em, you’re in trouble
‘Cause the tooth fairy won’t come no more
You need something to show your dentist
The next time he makes you say “Ah”
You don’t want to have to wind up
Eating all of your food through a straw

You’d better brush your teeth now (hey)
Toothless, toothless, toothless, toothless people
Hey, stand up, toothless people

Source: LyricFind

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #74

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Gotta Boogie

Title: “Gotta Boogie”

Written: Al Yankovic

Album: “Weird Al” Yankovic

Release: 1983

Style: Dance/disco

Lots of funny puns involving boogers. What more can you ask? This was a wonderful surprise the first time hearing Weird Al’s debut album, as I do not remember hearing it on the Dr. Demento show. I did see Al perform this live in concert at one of the times I saw him play.

Lyrics

Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off

Well, I went out to a party just the other night
I was jammin’ to the music, I was feelin’ alright
I was burning up the floor like a disco maniac
When my woman said, “Baby, why’s your hand behind you back?”

Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
I said boogie (gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off

I can’t pick it off (uh uh)
I can’t flick it off (uh uh)
I sure ain’t gonna lick it off (oh no)
So I guess I’m gonna have to learn to live with it

I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he’s gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he’s gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he’s gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off

Gotta boogie
(Boogie)
Hey, you wanna boogie? (No man, I don’t wanna boogie)
Wanna boogie? (Get that boogie out of my face)
Do any of you wanna boogie? (No!)

Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #75

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Hooked on Polkas

Title: “Hooked on Polkas”

Album: Dare to Be Stupid

Style: Polka/Comedy

Released: 1985

Songs in medley: “Twelfth Street Rag,” “State of Shock,” “Sharp Dressed Man,” “What’s Love Got to Do with It,” “Method of Modern Love,” “Owner of a Lonely Heart,” “We’re Not Gonna Take It,” “99 Luftballons” (sung in German), “Footloose,” “The Reflex,” “Bang Your Head (Metal Health),” and “Relax”.

Lyrics

You’re takin’ to me good,
Just like you know you should.
You get me on my knees,
Please, baby, please.


She looks so great, every time I see her face.
She put me in a state (ooh, state of shock)


Top coat. Top hat.
I don’t worry, ’cause my wallet’s fat.
Black shades. White glove.
Lookin’ sharp. Lookin’ for love.
They come a-runnin’ just as fast as they can,
‘Cause every girl’s crazy ’bout a sharp-dressed man, hey!

Whoo! Ah ha!


Oh, what’s love, got to do, got to do with it?
What’s love but a second-hand emotion?
What’s love got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?


M E T H O D O F L O V E,
It’s the method of modern love.


Owner of a lonely heart.
Owner of a lonely heart,
Much better than the
Owner of a broken heart.
Owner of a lonely heart.


We’re not gonna take it. No!
We ain’t gonna take it.
We’re not gonna take it, any more.


Neun und neunzig luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont.
Denkst du vielleicht Grad an mich.
Dann singe ich ein Lied fur dich.


Now I gotta cut loose. Footloose.
Kick off my Sunday shoes.
Please! Louise! Pull me off-a my knees.
Jack! Get back! Come on, before we crack!
Loose! You’re blues. Ev’ry body cut footloose!


So why don’t you use it.
Try not to bruise it.
Find time, don’t lose it.


Bang your head.
Metal health’ll drive ya mad.
Bang your head.
Metal health’ll drive ya mad.


Relax, don’t do it.
When you wanna go to it.
Relax, don’t do it.
When you wanna come.
Relax, don’t do it.
When you wanna sock it to it.
Relax, don’t do it.
When you wanna come.
When you wanna come.
When you want to come.

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #76

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#76

The Brady Bunch

Title: “The Brady Bunch”

Written:  Ivan Doroschuk/Sherwood Schwartz/Frank De Vol/Al Yankovic

Album: “Weird Al” Yankovic In 3D

Released: 1984

Parody: “The Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats

Style: Synth-pop/new wave

Here is another song where Al dives into television, including the actual lyrics from The Brady Bunch TV show. Parodying the popular one-hit wonder, “The Safety Dance,” Al showed his versitality.

Lyrics

You can watch Mr. Rogers, you can watch Three’s Company
And you can turn on Fame or The Newlywed Game
Or The Addams Family
I say, you can watch Barney Miller, and you can watch your MTV
And you can watch ’til your eyes fall out of your head
That’ll be okay with me
And you can watch (TV!)

You can watch Johnny Carson you can watch Phil Donahue
And you can use TV Guide to help you decide with a capsulized review
Say, you can watch 60 Minutes, even Captain Kangaroo
But there’s only one set, so whatever you watch
Well, you know I gotta watch it too

Say, give it up, give it up
Television’s taking its toll
That’s enough, that’s enough
Gimme the remote control
I’ve been nice, I’ve been good
Please don’t do this to me

Turn it off, turn it off
I don’t want to have to see The Brady Bunch
Not The Brady Bunch
Well, The Brady Bunch
Yeah, The Brady Bunch

It’s the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother
The youngest one in curls
It’s a story of a man named Brady
Who was busy with three boys of his own
They were four men living all together
Yeah, but they were all alone

Until the one day, one day
When the lady met the fellow
And they knew, and they knew
It was much more than a hunch
That the group
This group must somehow form a family
That’s the way, that’s the way
That’s the way they all became The Brady Bunch

Well, The Brady Bunch
Yeah, The Brady Bunch
Well, The Brady Bunch
Oh, it’s The Brady Bunch
It’s The Brady Bunch
Oh, The Brady Bunch, yeah

Oh, The Brady Bunch
It’s The Brady Bunch
Well, it’s The Brady Bunch
Well, it’s The Brady Bunch
Well, it’s The Brady Bunch
It’s The Brady Bunch

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #77

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#77

Inactive

Title: “Inactive”

Written: Dan Reynolds/Wayne Sermon/Ben McKee/Daniel Platzman/Alex da Kid/Josh Mosser/Al Yankovic.

Album: Mandatory Fun

Release: 2014

Parody: “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons

This song really spoke to me…. especially that line that says I can’t reach the remote control…

Lyrics

I’m waking up, in Cheeto dust
My belly’s covered with pizza crust
I’m using my inhaler now
I’m out of shape, fattening up
I’m sipping Coke from a Solo Cup
Donut crumbs are upon my lips, whoa

The TV’s on, I really hate this show
I can’t reach my remote control
Welcome to my new place, to my new place
Sorry it’s a cramped space, but it’s my place
Whoa oh, whoa I’m, really inactive, I’m so inactive
Whoa oh, whoa I’m, really inactive, highly inactive

My muscle’s gone, I’m atrophied
Always lose my fight with gravity
I rest my bones, and just chillax, whoa
My NordicTrack’s collecting dust
And my StairMaster’s a pile of rust
This is it, The Inertia, whoa

I can’t get up, this couch is part of me
I’m growing cobwebs on my knee
Pretty sad for my age, sad for my age
I could break my rib cage, here is my age
Whoa oh, whoa I’m, really inactive, yes, quite inactive
Whoa oh, whoa I’m, really inactive, not very active

Near comatose, no exercise
Don’t tag my toe, I’m still alive

I’m giving up, my energy is shot
I’m never moving from this spot
Never move from this place, move from this place
I’ll stay here in this place, right in this place
Whoa oh, whoa I’m, really inactive, just so inactive
Whoa oh, whoa I’m, really inactive, not so attractive

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #78

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Grapefruit Diet

Title: “Grapefruit Diet”

Written: Steve Perry/Al Yankovic

Album: Running With Scissors

Released: 1999

Parody: “Zoot Suit Riot” by Cherry Poppin’ Daddies

Style: Ska-Swing/Big band

Lyrics

Who’s that waddlin’ down the street?
It’s just me, ’cause I love to eat
Fudge and Twinkies and deviled ham
Who’s real flabby? Yes, I am!
Every picture of me’s
Gotta be an aerial view
Now my doctor tells me
There’s just one thing left to do

Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Throw out the pizza and beer
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Oh, get those jelly donuts out of here
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Might seem a little severe
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
I’m gettin’ tired of my big fat rear
Blow, fatty!

Well, I used to live on chocolate sauce
Made sumo wrestlers look like Kate Moss
Walked down an alley and I got stuck
I got more rolls than a pastry truck
When I’m all done eating
I eat a little more
When I leave a room
First I gotta grease the door

Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Can’t have another éclair
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
I gotta decrease my derriere

I’m on a Grapefruit Diet
I’m on a Grapefruit Diet
I’m on a Grapefruit Diet

No more pie now
No more créme brulee
Lay off the gravy
And souffle
No french fri-yi-yies now
No ice cream parfait
Mr. Cheese Nacho
Stay away

Oh, I think I’d sell my soul
For a triple patty melt
But I need a boomerang
When I put on my belt

Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Lay off the 3 Musketeers
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Until my big booty disappears
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Eat ’em till they’re comin’ out of my ears
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
‘Cause I haven’t seen my feet in years

I’m on a Grapefruit Diet
I’m on a Grapefruit Diet
I’m on a Grapefruit Diet

I think I’m about ready for a Quarter Pounder with extra cheese
I need a side order of onion rings
And don’t forget to Super-Size that
Yeah

Source: Musixmatch