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
Style Pastiche: “We Are the World”, “Voices That Care”, “Hands Across America”, “Heal the World” and other similar charity songs
Topic: The illegal downloading of music from the internet
One of the more out of date Weird Al songs, Don’t Download This Song is still a personal favorite. Even with the song involving things that are not things anymore, this is funny and a great musical song.
Lyrics
Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge To break international copyright law By downloading MP3’s from file sharing sites Like Morpheus or Grokster or LimeWire or KaZaA But deep in your heart you know the guilt would drive you mad And the shame would leave a permanent scar ‘Cause you start out stealing songs, and then you’re robbing liquor stores And selling crack and running over school kids with your car
So don’t download this song The record store’s where you belong Go and buy the CD like you know that you should Oh don’t download this song
Oh you don’t want to mess with the RIAA They’ll sue you if you burn that CDR It doesn’t matter if you’re a grandma or a seven year old girl They’ll treat you like the evil, hard bitten criminal scum you are
So don’t download this song Don’t go pirating music all day long Go and buy the CD like you know that you should Oh, don’t download this song
Don’t take away money from artists just like me How else can I afford another solid gold Humvee? And diamond studded swimming pools, these things don’t grow on trees So all I ask is everybody, please
Don’t download this song (don’t do it, no, no) Even Lars Ulrich knows it’s wrong (you can just ask him) Go and buy the CD like you know that you should (you really should) Oh, don’t download this song
Don’t download this song (Oh please don’t you do it) Or you might wind up in jail like Tommy Chong (remember Tommy) Go and buy the CD (right now) like you know that you should (go out and buy it) Oh don’t download this song
Don’t download this song (no no no no no no) Or you’ll burn in hell before too long (and you’d deserve it) Go and buy the CD (just buy it) like you know that you should (ya cheap bastard) Oh, don’t download this song
Topic: Sending stupid things across the internet/email
Lyrics
Oh, the sand keeps fallin’ through the hourglass And there’s no way you’re gonna slow it down You say, “We gotta treasure each moment Who knows how long we’re gonna be around?” Yeah, you keep on telling me life is short And it’s hard to disagree with what you say But if time is so precious, why you wastin’ mine? ‘Cause I’m always reading, always deleting Every useless piece of garbage that you send my way
Every stupid hoax (ooh), all those corny jokes Stop forwarding that crap to me Well, I don’t need tons of cringe-inducing puns (ooh) Stop forwarding that crap to me No, it isn’t okay if you brighten my day (ah) With some cut and pasted hackneyed Hallmark poetry And I didn’t request a personality test (ooh) Stop forwarding that crap to me (Ah-ah-ah)
You’re sending virus-laden, bandwidth-hogging attachments To every single person you know (ah) You’re passin’ ’round a link to some dumb thing on YouTube That everybody else already saw three years ago (ah) And wacky, badly photoshopped billboards Were never that amusing to me (ah) And I just can’t believe you believe those urban legends But I have high hopes someone’ll point you towards Snopes And debunk that crazy junk you’re spewing constantly
No, I don’t want a bowl of Chicken Soup For the Soul (ooh) Stop forwarding that crap to me Send more top ten lists and I’ll slash my wrists (ooh) Stop forwarding that crap to me Well, I’m sorry I can’t accept your paranoid rant (ah, ah) And I don’t want the Neiman-Marcus cookie recipe Won’t you kindly refrain? ‘Cause it’s hurting my brain Stop forwarding that crap to me
Like glittery hearts and unicorns and pictures of somebody’s cat Now tell me In what alternate reality would I care about something like that? And by the way Your quotes from George Carlin aren’t really George Carlin Mr. Rogers never fought the Viet-Cong And Bill Gates is never gonna give me something for nothing (ah) And I highly doubt some dead girl’s gonna kill me If I don’t pass your letter along
Well, now I know you’re wishin’ I’ll sign your petition But stop forwarding that crap to me And I don’t wanna read your series of conspiracy theories Just stop forwarding that crap to me And your two million loser friends all have my address now (ah) ‘Cause you never figured out the way to BCC Now I gotta insist (ooh) Take me off of your list (ooh) Stop forwarding that crap to me (ah)
just stop it now (Stop forwarding that crap to me) oh, no (Stop forwarding that crap to me) whoa
I can’t take it (Stop forwarding that crap to me) oh, please (Stop forwarding that crap to me)
At the risk of being slightly repetitious (ah) Gonna ask you now to stop (stop) Sending me that (crap) I don’t want it (ah) Don’t send it to me, no, don’t send it to me
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!
EYG- Embrace Your Geekness 