Written: Billie Joe Armstrong / Frank Edwin III Wright / Mike Ryan Pritchard /Al Yancovic
Genre: Rock/Comedy
Topic: Poking fun at stereotyes of Canadians.
Lyrics
Don’t want to be a Canadian idiot
Don’t want to be some beer swillin’ hockey nut And do I look like some frost bitten hosehead I never learned my alphabet from A to zed
They all live on donuts and moose meat And they leave the house without packin’ heat Never even bring their guns to the mall And you know what else is too funny Their stupid monopoly money Can’t take ’em seriously at all
Well maple syrup and snow’s what they export They treat curling just like it’s a real sport They think their silly accent is so cute Can’t understand a thing they’re talking aboot
Sure they got their national health care Cheaper meds, low crime rates and clean air Then again well they got Celine Dion Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni And dream of driving a Zamboni All over Saskatchewan
Don’t want to be a Canadian idiot We’ll figure out their temperature in Celsius See the map they’re hovering right over us Tell you the truth it makes me kinda nervous
Always hear the same kind of story Break your nose and they’ll just say sorry Tell me what kind of freaks are that polite It’s gotta mean they’re all up to something So quick before they see it coming Time for a pre-emptive strike
Written: Joel Little / Alfred Matthew Yankovic / Ella Marija Lani Yelich O’connor
Genre: Pop
Weird Al’s Foil goes from talking about wrapping food in aluminum foil so it will not spoil to talking about the Illuminati and New World Order. Quite the flip of script. The video is hilarious, featuring the one and only Patton Oswalt, as well as comedians Thomas Lennon, and Robert Ben Garant.
Lyrics
I never seem to finish all my food I always get a doggie bag from the waiter So I just keep what’s still unchewed And I take it home, save it for later
But then I deal with fungal rot, bacterial formation Microbes, enzymes, mould and oxidation I don’t care, I’ve got a secret trick up my sleeve
I never bother with baggies, glass jars, tupperware containers Plastic cling wrap, really a no-brainer I just like to keep all my flavours sealed in tight
With aluminum foil (Foil) Never settle for less That kind of wrap is just the best To keep your sandwich nice and fresh
Stick it in your cooler (Cooler) Eat it when you’re ready Then maybe you’ll choose (You’ll choose, you’ll choose, you’ll choose) A refreshing herbal tea Mmm, lovely!
Oh, by the way, I’ve cracked the code I’ve figured out these shadow organizations And the Illuminati know That they’re finally primed for world domination
And soon you’ve got black helicopters comin’ cross the border Puppet masters for the New World Order Be aware: There’s always someone that’s watching you And still the government won’t admit they faked the whole moon landing Thought control rays, psychotronic scanning Don’t mind that, I’m protected cause I made this hat
From aluminum foil (Foil) Wear a hat that’s foil lined In case an alien’s inclined To probe your butt or read your mind
Looks a bit peculiar (‘culiar) Seems a little crazy But someday I’ll prove (I’ll prove, I’ll prove, I’ll prove) There’s a big conspiracy
Written: Al Yankovic / Steve Wright / Gregory Stanley Kihn
Genre: Pop-Rock/Comedy
Guest Vocal: Don Pardo
Lyrics
Oh… I was there, to match my intellect, on national TV Against a plumber, and an architect, both with a Ph.D I was tense, I was nervous I guess it just wasn’t my night Art Fleming gave the answers Oh, but I couldn’t get the questions right-ight-ight
I lost on Jeopardy Baby (Oooh) I lost on Jeopardy Baby (Oooh)
Well I knew I was in trouble now My hope of winning sank ‘Cause I got the Daily Double now And then my mind went blank I took Potpourri for one hundred And then my head started to spin Well, I’m givin’ up. Don Pardo Just tell me now what I didn’t win Yeah, yeah
I lost on Jeopardy Baby (Oooh) I lost on Jeopardy Baby (Oooh)
That’s right Al–you lost! And let me tell what you didn’t win: a twenty Volume set of the Encyclopedia International, a case of Turtle Wax, and a Year’s supply of Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco treat. But that’s not all! You also made yourself look like a jerk in front of millions of people! And you brought shame and disgrace on your family name for generations to come! You don’t get to come back tomorrow! You don’t even get a lousy copy of your Home game! You’re a complete loser!
Don’t know what I was thinkin’ of I guess I just wasn’t too bright Well, I sure hope I do better Next weekend on The Price Is Right-ight-ight
I lost on Jeopardy Baby (Oooh) I lost on Jeopardy Baby (Oooh) I lost on Jeopardy Baby…
Written: Berton Averre / Douglas Lars Fieger/Al Yankovic
Genre: Rock/Comedy
Topic: Bologna- satiring Oscar Meyer Bolognia of the 1970s fame.
Fact: Weird Al recorded this song in a bathroom at California Polytechnic State University. This became popular with the play on Dr. Demento’s show. The Knack helped get Weird Al his first record contract thanks to this song.
Lyrics
Ooh, my little hungry one, hungry one Open up a package of my bologna Ooh, I think the toast is done, the toast is done Top it with a little of my bologna
Never gonna stop, eat it up Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up But I’ll soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo M-m-m-my bologna
Spreadin’ on the mustard now, show me how Spread it on a litle of this bologna Hopin’ that we don’t run out, don’t run out If we do I’m sure that I’ll miss bologna
Never gonna stop, eat it up Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up But I’ll soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo M-m-m-my bologna M-m-m-my bologna
Goin’ to the market now, market now I’m the city’s biggest bologna buyer Walkin’ down the shopping isles, shopping isles Filling up my basket with Oscar Meyer
Never gonna stop, eat it up Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up But I’ll soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, yi, yi, woo M-m-m-my bologna M-m-m-my bologna M-m-m-my bologna M-m-m-my bologna
Topic: Jurassic park, the movie from Steven Spielberg
Fact: Al reached out to both Michael Crichton and Steven Spielberg for permission to parody the Jurassic Park film.
Weird Al has done many movie parodies in songs over the years including Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Spider-Man and Rocky. Jurassic park joined that list with this lead track from Alapalooza.
I remember when this album came out. I was at Wal-Mart, looking at CDs when I spotted this new Weird Al album. I had no idea it was coming out and it was such an awesome surprise.
Lyrics
I recall the time they found those fossilized mosquitoes And before long, they were cloning DNA Now I’m being chased by some irate velociraptors Well, believe me this has been one lousy day
Jurassic Park is frightening in the dark All the dinosaurs are running wild Someone shut the fence off in the rain I admit it’s kinda eerie But this proves my chaos theory And I don’t think I’ll be coming back again, oh no!
I cannot approve of this attraction ‘Cause getting disemboweled always makes me kinda mad A huge tyrannosaurus ate our lawyer Well, I suppose that proves they’re really not all bad
Jurassic Park is frightening in the dark All the dinosaurs are running wild Someone let T- Rex out of his pen I’m afraid those things’ll harm me ‘Cause they sure don’t act like Barney And they think that I’m their dinner, not their friend, oh no!
Jurassic Park is frightening in the dark All the dinosaurs are running wild What a crummy weekend this has been Well, this sure ain’t no e-ticket Think I’ll tell them where to stick it ‘Cause I’m never coming back this way again, oh no, oh no!
Two in a row from Poodle Hat after not having a song for the whole run up until yesterday.
Lyrics
Peter Parker was pitiful Couldn’t have been any shyer Mary Jane still wouldn’t notice him Even if his hair was on fire
But then one day he went to that science lab That mutated spider came down Oh, and now Peter crawls over everyone’s walls And he’s swingin’ all over town
La li la, li de da La la, li le la da dumb
Sling us a web, you’re the Spider-Man Sling us a web tonight ‘Cause we’re all in the mood for a hero now And there’s evil doers to fight
Now Harry the rich kid’s a friend of his Who horns in on Mary Jane But to his great surprise it seems she prefers guys Who can kiss upside down in the rain
“With great power comes great responsibility” That’s the catch phrase of old Uncle Ben If you missed it, don’t worry, they’ll say the line Again and again and again
Oh, la la la, di de da La la, di di da da dom
Now Norman’s a billionare scientist Who never had time for his son But then something went screw and before you knew he Was trying to kill everyone
And he’s ridin’ around on that glider thing And he’s throwin’ that weird pumpkin bomb Yes, he’s wearin’ that dumb Power Rangers mask But he’s scarier without it on
Sling us a web, you’re the Spider-Man Sling us a web tonight ‘Cause you’re brave and you’re strong and so limber now But where’d you come up with those tights?
It’s a pretty sad day at the funeral Norman Osborn has bitten the dust And I heard Harry’s said he wants Spider-Man dead Aw, but his buddy Pete he can trust
Oh, and M.J. is all hot for Peter now Aw, but Peter, he just shuts her down Mary Jane, don’t you cry, you can give it a try Again when the sequal comes ’round
Oh, la la la, di de da La la, di di da da dumb
Sling us a web, you’re the Spider-Man Sling us a web tonight ‘Cause we all sure could use us a hero now And we think that you’ll do all right
Written: Graham Edwards / Lauren Christy / Avril Ramona Lavigne / David Scott Alspach/Al Yankovic
Album: Poodle Hat
Release: 2003
Parody: “Complicated” by Avril Lavigne
Genre: Pop/Punk
Poodle Hat finally breaks through as the final Weird Al album represented in the Top 100 with A Complicated song, which breaks into three separate stories. Some of the stories are silly, but a lot of fun.
Lyrics
Uh huh… extra cheese Uh huh, uh huh… save a piece for me
Pizza party at your house I went just to check it out 19 extra larges What a shame No one came
Just us eatin’ all alone You said, “Take the pizza home” “No sense lettin’ all this go to waste” So then I faced
Pizza all day And every day This cheese ’round the clock Is gettin’ me blocked And I sure don’t care For irregularity
Tell me Why’d you have to go and make me so constipated? ‘Cause right now I’d do anything to just get my bowels evacuated In the bathroom… I sit and I wait and I strain And I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated? No no no
I was feelin’ pretty down ‘Till my girlfriend came around We’re just so alike in every way I gotta say
In fact, I just thought I might Pop the question there that night I was kissing her so tenderly But woe is me
Who would have guessed Her family crest I’d suddely spy Tattooed on her thigh And son-of-a-gun It’s just like the one on me
Tell me How was I supposed to know we were both related? Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have dated What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose And get hitched and have kids with 11 toes And move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated? No no no no no no no No no no no no no no No no no no no
I had so much on my mind I thought maybe I’d unwind Try out that new roller coaster ride And the guide
Said not to stand But that’s a demand That I couldn’t meet I got on my feet And stood up instead And knocked off my head, you see
Tell me Why’d I have to go and get myself decapitated? This really is a major inconvenience, oh man, I really hate it Such a drag, now… can’t eat, I can’t breathe, I can’t snore I can’t belch or yodel anymore Can’t spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated
Oh no Why’d I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah, yeah) I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated What a bummer Can’t blink, I can’t cough, I can’t sneeeze But my neck is enjoyin’ a pleasant breeze now Haven’t been the same since my head and I were separated No no no
Parody: “Under the Bridge” and “Give It Away” by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Written: Chad Smith / John Frusciante / Anthony Kiedis / Michael Balzary / Alfred Yankovic
Genre: Funk rock
This is another TV show that Al honors in song as this time it is the Flintstones. There are voice clips from the Flintstones on the song.
Lyrics
Sometimes, I feel like I need a vacation Sometimes, I feel like I wanna go to the city of cavemen, the city of Bedrock I’d be a Flintstone, now, I’ll tell you why
Oh Oh Oh!
Well, I’ve got, I’ve got a woman named, Wilma Well, I’ve got, I’ve got a baby named Pebbles Well, I’ve got, I’ve got a doggy named Dino We do a little bowling and we drink a little vino
Well, I’ve got a little buddy, Barney Rubble Got a neighbor by the name of Barney Rubble He’s a midget but, he makes a lot of trouble Doesn’t like to shave, he got caveman stubble
Me and Barney, loyal order water buffalo Lodge brothers, loyal order water buffalo There’s a handshake everybody gotta know How come grand Poo-Bah always gotta run the whole show?
Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now I get by on all my prehistoric know-how
Betty and Barney got a baby, named, Bamm-Bamm Little Pebbles is his number one fan He’s the strongest toddler in the whole land Tear your arm off, if he’s shaking your hand
Got a car, gonna push it with my feet now Gonna take my family out to eat now Jumbo ribs at the drive-in can’t be beat now Made from brontosaurus, baby, not a moo-cow
Wanna chill with a saber tooth tiger Wear a loincloth, natural fiber Be the first rolling stone subscriber Got a pterodactyl for a windshield wiper
Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Don’t know what it means, but I say it anyhow
Wilma, I’m home! Start serving dinner And don’t spare the- Oh, no, no, no! Don’t Dino, don’t! Now take it easy, boy!
Lucky me, workin’ down in the gravel pit Movin’ rocks, on a big dinosaur I sit Mr. Slate gets mad, and he throws a fit Pull the birdie’s tail, everybody knows it’s time to quit
I realize I’m living in the Stone Age No fax, no cellular phone-age Pick my teeth with a dinosaur bone-age Liftin’ heavy boulders every day for my wage
Barney Rubble, laughin’ like a hyena Barney Rubble, what a little wiener! Where’s Wilma? Anybody seen her? Got a baby elephant vacuum cleaner
Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-yabba-dabba-dabba do now
Yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-dabba do now
Yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-dabba do now (E-yabba-dabba-do) Yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-dabba do now
Yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-dabba do now (E-yabba-dabba-do) Yabba-dabba-dabba do now Yabba-dabba-dabba do now
Written: Joe Perry / Mark Hudson / Steven Tyler/Al Yankovic
Genre: Hard rock
Weird Al has been well known in his appreciation of food. He has said many tiomes that he loves food because it has kept him alive. This is the opposite of that as he describes that food that has spent too many days (weeks?) in the refrigerator and has become something akin to a science experiment. In the same vein as George Carlin’s “Icebox Man,” “Livin’ in the Fridge” had a special appearance on The Weird Al Show.
Lyrics
There’s somethin’ weird in the fridge today I don’t know what it is Food I can’t recognize My roommate won’t throw a thing away I guess it’s probably his It looks like it’s alive
And livin’ in the fridge Livin’ in the fridge Livin’ in the fridge Livin’ in the fridge
There’s somethin’ gross in the fridge today It’s green and growin’ hair It’s been there since July If you can name the object In that baggie over there Then mister, you’re a better man than I
It’s livin’ in the fridge You can’t stop the mold from growin’ Livin’ in the fridge Can’t tell what it is at all Livin’ in the fridge You can’t stop the mold from growin’ Livin’ in the fridge
Tell me, do you think it should be carbon-dated Fumigated or cremated and buried at sea? You try to save a little bit of your home cookin’ Couple weeks later, got a scary-lookin’ specimen It always happens, my friend Again & again & again & again
Somethin’ stinks in the fridge today And it’s been rottin’ there all week It could be liver cake or woolly mammoth steak Well, maybe I should another peek
Livin’ in the fridge (You can’t stop the mold from growin’) Livin’ in the fridge (Can’t tell what it is at all) Livin’ in the fridge (You can’t stop the mold from growin’) Livin’ in the fridge Livin’ in the fridge (Don’t know what it is, don’t know what it is) Livin’ in the fridge (Don’t know what it is, don’t know what it is) Livin’ in the fridge Don’t know what it is at all Livin’ in the fridge, yeah
Extra voices: Tress MacNeille (“How ya doin’ Bernie?”) and Mary Kay Bergman (“For a rabbi!”)
Parody: “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” by the Offspring
Genre: Pop Punk/Comedy
Oy Vey! Lots of Yiddish phrases used in this song, which may not have aged as well as some of Al’s other songs. Still, this is a well done parody and is very funny.
Lyrics
Oy vey, oy vey! (How ya doin’, Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! (How ya doin’, Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! And all the goyim say I’m pretty fly for a rabbi
Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho
Our temple’s had a fair share of rabbis in the past But most of’em were nudniks and none of’em would last But our new guy’s real kosher, I think he’ll do the trick I tell ya, he’s to die for, he really knows his shtick
So how’s by you? Have you seen this Jew? Reads the Torah, does his own accounting too Working’ like a dog at the synagogue He’s there all day, he’s there all day
Just say “Vay is mir!” and he’ll kick into gear He’ll bring you lots of cheer and maybe bagels with some shmeer Just grab your yarmulka and Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!
Oy vey, oy vey! (How ya doin’, Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! (How ya doin’, Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! And all the goyim say I’m pretty fly (for a rabbi)
He shops at discount stores, not just any will suffice He has to find a bargain ’cause he won’t pay retail price He never acts meshugga and he’s hardly a schlemiel But if you want to haggle, oy, he’ll make you such a deal!
People used to scoff, now they say “Mazel tov!” He’s such a macher ’cause he works his tuchis off Yeah, he keeps his cool and teaches shul What’s not to like? What’s not to like?
Oh high holy days, you know he prays and prays And he never eats pastrami on white bread with mayonnaise Put on your yarmulka and Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!
When he’s doing a Bar Mitzvah, now that you shouldn’t miss He’ll always shlep on down for a wedding or a briss They say he’s got a lot of chutzpah, he’s really quite hip The parents pay the moyl and he gets to keep the tip!
Oy vey, oy vey! (How ya doin’, Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey! (How ya doin’, Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey!
Meccha leccha hi, meccha meccha cholly ho
He’s doin’ well, I gotta kvell The yentas love him, even shicksas think he’s swell Show up at his home, he says, “Shalom!” And “Have some cake, you want some cake?”
Yeah he calls the shots, we really love him lots Oy gevalt, I’m so ferklempt that I could plotz! So grab your yarmulka The one you got for Hanukah
Let’s put on our yarmulkas and Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!
Style Pastiche: Late 90s third-wave sks music like Reel Big Fish and The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
A good example of Al singing really fast. You haven’t seen anything yet though. This is a real gem off Running With Scissors and is one of the funnier originals on the album. KILL THEM!
Lyrics
Aquarius There’s travel in your future When your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life By playing whack-a-mole 17 hours a day
Pisces Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the ebola virus You are the true Lord of the dance No matter what those idiots at work say
Aries The look on your face will be priceless When you find that 40 pound watermelon in your colon Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep
Taurus You will never find true happiness What you gonna do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you’ll wake up Do a bunch of stuff and then go back to sleep
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today) That’s your horoscope for today That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today) That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
Gemini Your birthday party will be ruined Once again by your explosive flatulence Your love life will run into trouble When your fiancé hurls a javelin through your chest
Cancer, the position of Jupiter says that You should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver’s test
Leo Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt And staple it to your bosses face, oh no Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding Then wash it down with a gallon of Strawberry Quik
Virgo All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent, except for you Expect a big surprise today When you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today) That’s your horoscope for today That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today) That’s your horoscope for today
Now you may find it inconceivable or rather very least a bit unlikely that The relative position of the planets and the stars Could have a special deep significance or meaning That exclusively applies to only you
But, let me give you my assurance that These forecasts and predictions are all based on Solid, scientific, documented evidence So you would have to be some kind of moron Not to realize that every single one of them is absolutely true
Where was I?
Libra A big promotion is just around The corner for someone much more talented than you Laughter is the very best medicine Remember that when your appendix bursts next week
Scorpio, get ready for an Unexpected trip When you fall screaming from an open window Work a little bit harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak
Sagittarius All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them) Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine, you’ve got hanging in your den
Capricorn The stars say that you’re an exciting and wonderful person But, you know they’re lying If I were you, I’d lock my doors and windows And never, never, never, never, never leave my house again
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today) That’s your horoscope for today That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today) That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today) That’s your horoscope for today That’s your horoscope for today (yay, yay, yay, yay, yay) That’s your horoscope for today
I was always a fan of Charles Nelson Reilly, specifically from the Match Game. I remember niot knowing what the reference of CNR was when I first got Alpocalypse. This was one of my favorite videos released for these songs.
Lyrics
Charles Nelson Reilly was a mighty man The kind of man you’d never disrespect He stood eight feet tall, wore glasses And he had a third nipple on the back of his neck He ate his own weight in coal, and excreted diamonds everyday He could throw you down a flight of stairs But you still would love him anyway Yeah, you know you’d love him anyway, oh
Charles Nelson Reilly won the Tour de France With two flat tires and a missing chain He trained a rattlesnake to do his laundry I’m telling you the man was insane He could rip out your beating heart And show it to you right before you died Everyday he’d make the host of Match Game Give him a piggyback ride Yeah, two hour piggyback ride, giddy up Gene
The ninja warrior, master of disguise He could melt your brain with his laser-beam eyes, oh yeah Oh yeah He had his own line at the DMV He made sweet, sweet love to a manatee Oh yeah Oh yeah, that was something to see, I tell ya
Charles Nelson Reilly sold his toenail clippings As a potent aphrodisiac He ran a four minute mile blindfolded With an engine block strapped to his back He could eat more frozen waffles Then any other man I know Once he fell off the Chrysler building And he barely even stubbed his toe Had a tiny little scratch on his toe Didn’t even hurt
Charles Nelson Reilly figured out cold fusion But he never ever told a soul I’ve seen the man unhinge his jaw And swallow a Volkswagen whole He’d bash your face in with a shovel If you didn’t treat him like a star You could spit at the wind, or tug at Superman’s cape But Lord knows you don’t mess around with CNR
Written: Amethyst Amelia Kelly / Charlotte Emma Aitchison / George Astasio / Jason Andrew Pebworth / John Turner / Jonathan Christopher Shave / Kurtis Isaac Mckenzie /Al Yankovic
Parody: Iggy Azalea’s “Fancy” (feat. Charli XCX)
We enter the top 50 of our countdown with this parody of “Fancy.” The video was one of the eight released daily for Mandatory Fun.
Lyrics
First things first, I’m a craftsman (craftsman) Remodelling is my only passion (it’s my passion) And I’m the greatest in the business Want referrals, yo My clientèle will bear you witness (right, right) I can help when your door jamb sticks (heh?) There is nothing in the world I can’t fix (yeah) I do tiles, I do stone, I do bricks Call me, I’ll come rushing over with my bag of tricks (bag of tricks) Where you go when your disposal is rusted (rusted) Termite problem making you disgusted (yuck) When your front window is busted (hey, hey, hey) Just one name that’s always trusted
I’m so handy, you already know I’ll fix your plumbing when your toilets overflow I’m so handy, I’ll bring you up to code When your dishwasher’s about to explode
Now you see that your furnace is needing some service I’m fully bonded, no need to be nervous Perhaps you would like a new counter Formica Maybe I’ll hook up your dish washer combo dryer But all your pipes are antique Your water pressure’s too weak You got an attic full of dry rot Because your roof sprung a leak Your fridge is starting to reek Your hardwood floors really squeak But don’t you worry I’ll just show you my amazing technique Now let me glue that, glue that and screw that, screw that Any random chore you got, well I can do that, do that Or maybe I’ll just rewire your house for fun I got 99 problems but a switch ain’t one
I’m so handy, everyone says so I’ll grout your bathroom, resurface your patio I’m so handy, I’m the guy to know When your leaf blower doesn’t blow-oh-oh-oh
Patch the drywall, clean your gutters and mow the lawn Make that phone call, I’ll install anything you want Yeah, check my big staple gun, my socket wrenches are second to none I won’t quit ’til I’m done, don’t even care if I hammer my thumb (ow)
Still rocking my screwdriver Got the whole world thinking I’m MacGyver Your heating bills are shocking I can solve that with some duct tape and some caulking Your house is a disaster, huh? Need a guy whose a master with the plaster, huh? Let me be your stripper Taking off lacquer, no one does it quicker
I’m so handy, you already know I’ll beat all price quotes, my hourly rates are low I’m so handy, you should call this pro I’m in the phone book and se habla español
Sometimes I really want to be alone But that’s one state I’m never in Because I know that I’ve got millions upon millions Of tiny, one-celled organisms living on my skin
I rub and scrub until my flesh is raw and bleeding (Germs) But they just come right back again (Germs) I can’t even see’em, but I know they’re up to something Hey, don’t touch that – you don’t know where it’s been!
They’re all over me They’re inside of me Can’t get’em off a me
I’m covered with… microscopic bacteria What do they want from me What’ll they do to me? There’s no escape for me I’m crawling with microscopic bacteria
Now if I ever dare to go to sleep That’s when they start their sneak attack In the morning I wake up in utter horror To find my teeth are covered with bacterial plaque
Can’t get those parasitic creatures off my face (Germs) And there’s more comin’ every day (Germs) I never said that they could camp out on my body I wish they’d pack their tiny little bags and move away
They’re all over me They’re inside of me Can’t get’em off a me I’m covered with… microscopic bacteria What do they want from me What’ll they do to me? There’s no escape for me I’m crawling with microscopic bacteria
They’re creepin’ around my shorts They’re under the bathroom sink They’re ridin’ inside my car They’re swimmin’ in every drink They’re hidin’ between my toes They’re lurkin’ in every kiss I got’em way up my nose In every orifice I’m gonna show them who’s boss I’m gonna get even yet Just gimme some Lysol spray Just hand me a moist towelette Don’t tell me I’m paranoid I know that they’re after me Look under the microscope See??
They’re all over me They’re inside of me Can’t get’em off a me I’m covered with microscopic bacteria What do they want from me What’ll they do to me? There’s no escape for me I’m crawling with microscopic bacteria
They’re all over me I can feel’em all over me Over every part of me Microscopic bacteria I know they’re watching me They’re always watching me They’re coming after me Microscopic bacteria Won’t somebody help Please somebody help me You’ve got to believe me They’re out to get me They want to control me They want to destroy me They’re tryin’ to kill me It kind of upsets me
It’s been one week since we got to see Cheatin’ lovers and cousins that marry Five days since they had the show With the hermaphrodite, the slut and the crack ho Three days since we heard the tale About the guy who learned his woman was a she-male Yesterday it occurred to me That I’ve been watchin’ a bit too much Jerry Springer
Holy cow, did you see it last week? Well, they had this one freak Who sucker-punched his whole family Do you recall when the brawl became a total free-for-all? And Jerry’s in the middle tryin’ to be the referee Hey, see the stripper with the implants? She likes to lap dance And date the boyfriend of her mother Now here comes Jerry’s next guest And it’s a slugfest ‘Cause it’s her trailer trash brother
Nymphomaniac is back on crack, it’s like When Animals Attack They all exhibit reprehensible behavior Hit ’em in the nose, tear off their clothes Step on their toes, that’s how it goes They get so violent they have to sign a waiver
They’re always swearin’, cursin’, kickin’ butt and pointin’ blame On the air? They don’t care, they’ve got no shame There was one guy who I’m sure felt a little strange When he found out that his wife had a sex change They have a tendency to scream and yell constantly They have a history of ripping off their shirts
It’s been one week since they had the fight With the Siamese twins and the transvestite Five days since that awful brawl They still haven’t got the blood off the wall It’s been three days since the bitter feud Between the KKK and that gay Jewish black dude Yesterday, it finally dawned on me I’m spendin’ way too much time on that Jerry Springer
Baby, I’ve been sleepin’ with your sister Oh, which one? All of ’em Ah, well, I’ve been sleepin’ with your best friend Jake Yeah? Well, me too, and, I’ve been sleepin’ with your dog Woofie Woofie, you bi-, well I’m also sleepin’ with your pet goat That goat doesn’t love you
Once you start watchin’, there’s just no stoppin’ Your brain shuts down, then your IQ’s droppin’ Jerry’s the king of confrontation He’s a sensation, he puts the sin in syndication It’s totally worthless, like a bad check It’s like a train wreck Don’t want to stare, but you can’t look away Like Sally Jesse he does talk shows But with more weirdos The ratings jumpin’ higher every day
If you’ve seen the show, well then you know It’s just as low as you can go The guests are tacky and they’re lacking in their hygiene And pretty soon some ugly goon comes in the room and then it’s boom In the face of some unsuspecting drag queen
Well, it’s the kind of show where people scream obscenities Yankin’ hair, throwin’ chairs at their hubbies Jerry, Jerry, now the crowd starts their favorite chant Should I turn off my TV? I just can’t I have a tendency to watch it religiously I have a history of taping each one
It’s been one week since the show about Psycho killers with problems they should work out Five days since the big surprise When some losers wife said that she’s still dating twenty guys Three days since he interviewed A bunch of psychic porn star midgets who were all nude Yesterday, it occurred to me That I’ve been watchin’ a bit too much Jerry Springer
Tired of wastin’ my time on that Jerry Springer I’ve got way too much class to watch Jerry Springer Come over here and pull on my finger