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
Topic: Palindromes, meaning it reads the exact same forwards and backwards.
This is a remarkable song as, if you are not keyed into the topic of the song, it does sound like a bunch of nonsense. However, every line of the song reads the same forward and backwards… and rhymes with the next one. Bob is a lyrical masterpiece from Weird Al.
Lyrics
I, man, am Regal, a German am I Never odd or even If I had a Hi-Fi Madam, I’m Adam Too hot to hoot No lemons, no melon Too bad I hid a boot Lisa Bonet ate no basil Warsaw was raw Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Rise to vote, sir Do geese see God? Do nine men interpret? Nine men I nod Rats live on no evil star Won’t lovers revolt now? Race fast safe car Pa’s a sap Ma is as selfless as I am May a moody baby doom a yam
Ah Satan sees Natasha No devil lived on Lonely Tylenol Not a banana baton No X in Nixon O stone, be not so O Geronimo, no minor ego “Naomi” I moan A Toyota’s a Toyota A dog, a panic, in a pagoda
Oh no, Don Ho Nurse, I spy gypsies, run! Senile felines Now I see bees, I won UFO tofu We panic in a pew Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo God, a red nugget, a fat egg under a dog Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog
Style Parody: The Jackson’s “State of Shock” (featuring Mick Jagger)
Title track to Weird Al’s first motion picture, UHF, which flopped at the box office, but reached cult classic level over the years since.
Lyrics
Put down your remote control, throw out your TV Guide Put away your jacket, there’s no need to go outside Don’t you know that we control the horizontal We control the vertical too We gonna make a couch potato out of you That’s what we going to do now
Don’t change the channel, don’t touch that dial We got it all on UHF Kick off your sneakers, stick around for a while We got it all on UHF (on UHF) Don’t worry ’bout your laundry, forget about your job (ah) Just crank up the volume and yank off the knob (ah) We got it all (we got it all), we got it all on UHF
Disconnect the phone and leave the dishes in the sink You better put away your homework, prime time ain’t no time to think All you do is make yourself a TV dinner Press your face right up against the screen
We gonna show you things you ain’t ever seen If you know what I mean, now
Don’t change the channel, don’t touch that dial We got it all on UHF Kick off your sneakers, stick around for a while We got it all on UHF (on UHF) Don’t worry ’bout your laundry, forget about your job (ah) Just crank up the volume and yank off the knob (ah) We got it all (we got it all), we got it all on UHF
You can watch us all day, you can watch us all night (ooh) You can watch us any time that you please (ooh) You can sit around and stare at the picture tube ‘Til your brain turns into cottage cheese, well, now
Don’t change the channel, don’t touch that dial We got it all on UHF Kick off your sneakers, stick around for a while We got it all on UHF (on UHF) Don’t worry ’bout your laundry, forget about your job (ah) You gotta crank up the volume and yank off the knob (ah) We got it all (we got it all), we got it all on UHF
We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (UHF)
We got it all on UHF (we got it all) We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (we got it all) We got it all on UHF (we got it all, we got it)
We got it all on UHF (we got it, we got it all) We got it all on UHF (we got it all) We got it all on UHF (ooh, on UHF) We got it all on UHF
Parody: I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Written: Jake Hooker / Alan Merrill / Alfred Yankovic
Genre: Rock ‘n’ Roll/Comedy
Topic: The love of ice cream, especially Rocky Road.
Special Appearance: “Musical” Mike Kieffer
Lyrics
I hear those ice cream bells and I start to drool Keep a couple quarts in my locker at school Yeah, but chocolate’s gettin’ old Vanilla just leaves me cold
There’s just one flavor good enough for me, yeah me Don’t gimme no crummy taste spoon I know what I need
Baby, I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me, ow
They tell me ice cream junkies are all the same All the soda jerkers know my name When their supply is gone then I’ll be movin’ on But I’ll be back on Monday afternoon, you’ll see Another truck load’s comin’ in for me, all for me I’m singin’
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me, ow
Oh, make it talk
When I’m all alone, I just grab myself a cone And if I get fat and lose my teeth that’s fine with me Just lock me in the freezer and throw away the key Singing
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me
Written: Adam Young / Alecia Beth Moore / Allan Peter Grigg / Benjamin Levin / Brandon Roy Melancon / Breyon Prescott / Cathy Dennis / Charles Burgess Kelley / Christopher A Stewart / Christopher Brian Bridges / Christopher M Henderson / Cristina Flores / David Wesley Haywood / Dwayne Carter / Edmund Koestscher / Faheem Najm / Fraser Lance Thorneycroft Smith / Gaetano Lama / Hillary Dawn Scott / Jacob Milan Taio Cruz / James Thomas Brown / Jamie Foxx / Jared Lincoln Cotter / Jason Joel Desrouleaux / Jay Sean / Jeremy David Skaller / Johan/Al Yankovic
Songs included: “Liechtensteiner Polka,” “Poker Face,” “Womanizer,” “Right Round,” “Day ‘n’ Nite,” “Need You Now,” “Baby,” “So What,” “I Kissed a Girl,” “Fireflies,” “Blame It,” “Replay,” “Down,” “Break Your Heart,” “Tick Tock Polka,” and “TikTok.”
Lyrics
Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum muh Oh whoa oh oh oh
Can’t read my, can’t read my No, he can’t read-a my polka face (She’s got to love nobody) Can’t read my, can’t read my No he can’t read-a my polka face (She’s got to love nobody) P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face (Mum mum mum muh) P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face, hey
Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer Oh, womanizer, oh, you’re a womanizer baby You, you, you are You, you, you are Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (Womanizer)
Boy don’t try to front I, I know just what you are (are are) Boy don’t try to front I, I know just what you are (are are)
You say I’m crazy I got your crazy You’re nothing but a Womanizer
You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down
Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He’s all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night At, at, at night
It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk and I need you now Said I wouldn’t call but I’ve lost all control and I need you now And I don’t know how I can do without I just need you now
And I was like baby baby baby Baby baby baby Baby baby baby I thought you’d always be mine
So, so what, I’m still a rock star I got my rock moves and I don’t need you And guess what, I’m havin’ more fun And now that we’re done, I’m gonna show you tonight I’m alright, I’m just fine and you’re a tool So, so what, I am a rock star I got my rock moves and I don’t want you tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it, The taste of her cherry chapstick I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it It felt so wrong, it felt so right, Don’t mean I’m in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it, I liked it
And I’d like to make myself believe That planet earth turns slowly It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay Awake when I’m asleep ‘Cause everything is never as it seems
Blame it on the goose, gotcha feeling loose Blame it on the ‘tron, gotchya me in the zone Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the Henny Blame it on the blue tap, got you feeling dizzy Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Shawty’s like a melody in my head That I can’t keep out Got me singin’ like Na na na na everyday It’s like my iPod stuck on replay Stuck on replay Stuck on replay Replay Replay-ay-ay-ay
Baby, are you down, down, down, down, down? Baby are you down?
I’m only gonna break break your break break your heart I’m only gonna break break your break break your heart I’m only gonna break break your break break your heart I’m only gonna break your heart
Don’t stop, making pop DJ blow my speakers up Tonight, I’mma fight Till we see the sun light Tick tock, on the clock But the polka don’t stop (no) Yodel-yodel-lady-hoo Yodel-yodel-lady-hoo
P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face (mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face Oh no you can’t read my p-p-polka face Talk about my polka face P-p-p-polka face
Written: Lukasz Gottwald / Claude Kelly / Jessica Cornish/Al Yankovic
Genre: Pop/Comedy
Topic: The dark, cloak-and-dagger operations of the Central Intelligence Agency
The dark comedic song is in direct opposition to the happy, upbeat music. This is a ton of fun and the animated video that was released with the song was hilarious.
Lyrics
I moved out to Langley recently With a plain and simple dream Wanna infiltrate some third-world place And topple their regime
Those men in black with their matching suitcases Where everything’s on a need-to-know basis Agents got that swagger And everyone so cloak and dagger
I’m feeling nervous but I’m really kinda wishing For another undercover mission That’s when the red alert came on the radio And I put my earpiece on Got my dark sunglasses on And I had my weapon drawn
So I get my handcuffs, my cyanide pills My classified dossier Tapping the phones like, yeah Shredding the files like, yeah
I memorized all the enemy spies I’ve got to neutralize today Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA
I’ve done a couple of crazy things That have almost gotten me dismissed Like terminate some head of state Who wasn’t even on my list
Burn that microfilm, buddy, will you? I’d tell you why but then I’d have to kill you You need a quickie confession? Well, start a water boarding session
No hurry on this South American dictator I’ll assassinate him later That’s when he walked right in my laser sights And my silencer was on And my silencer was on And another target’s gone
Yeah, we’ve got black ops all over the world From Kazakhstan to Bombay Paying the bribes like, yeah Plugging the leaks like, yeah
Interrogating the scum of the earth We’ll break them by the break of day Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA
Need a country destabilized? Look no further, we’re your guys We’ve got snazzy suits and ties And a better dental plan than the FBI’s
Better put your hands up and get in the van Or else you’ll get blown away Staging a coup like, yeah Brainwashing moles like, yeah
We only torture the folks we don’t like You’re probably gonna okay Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA
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