Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #70

Posted on April 20, 2026 by Doc

#70

Trigger Happy

Title: “Trigger Happy”

Written: Al Yankovic

Album: Off the Deep End

Release: 1992

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

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

Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Source: Musixmatch

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #89

Posted on April 1, 2026 by Doc

#89

You Don’t Love Me Anymore

Title: “You Don’t Love Me Anymore”

Written: Al Yankovic

Album: Off the Deep End

Release: 1992

Style: Acoustic ballad/Comedy

Style Parody: Soft rock break-up songs -inspired by Nicolette Larson’s “Still You Linger On”

Fact: The music video to the song is a parody of “More Than Words” by Extreme.

Lyrics

We’ve been together for so very long
But now things are changing, oh I wonder what’s wrong?
Seems you don’t want me around
The passion is gone and the flame’s died down

I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem
That time that you made it with the whole hockey team
You used to think I was nice
Now you tell all your friends that I’m the Antichrist

Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes on my car?
That kind of thing is hard to ignore
Got a funny feeling you don’t love me anymore

I knew that we were having problems when
You put those piranhas in my bathtub again
You’re still the light of my life
Oh darling, I’m beggin’, won’t you put down that knife?

You know, I even think it’s kinda cute the way
You poison my coffee just a little each day
I still remember the way that you laughed
When you pushed me down the elevator shaft

Oh, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s this poisonous cobra
Doing in my underwear drawer?
Sometime I get to thinking you don’t love me any more

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill
Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers

Oh, you think I’m ugly and you say I’m cheap
You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep
You drilled a hole in my head
Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead

Oh, you know this really isn’t like you at all
You never acted this way before
Honey, something tells me you don’t love me any more, oh no no
Got a funny feeling you don’t love me anymore

Source: LyricFind

Daily Countdown: Weird Al Songs #93

Posted on March 28, 2026 by Doc

#93

Generic Blues

Title: Generic Blues

Album: UHF

Release: 1989

Written: Al Yankovic

Style: Blues; typical 12-bar, slow-tempo structure, and harmonica solos.

Another one of those original songs that sneaks under the radar. I do love this song. It is such a funny song with a parody of the style of Blues.

Lyrics

I woke up this morning
Then I went back to bed
Said I woke up this morning
Then I went right back to bed
Got a funny kind of feelin’ like I got broken glass in my underwear
And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head
You know what I’m sayin’

Well I ain’t got not money
I’m just walkin’ down the road
Said I ain’t got no money, honey
So I’m just walking down this lonely old road
Well, I wish I could get me some money
But I forgot my automated teller code

I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer
I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor
My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles
My brothers and sisters all hated me ’cause I was an only child

I got the blues so bad, woo
Kinda wish I was dead
Maybe I’ll blow my brains out mama
Or maybe I’ll, yeah maybe I’ll just go bowlin’ instead

I’m just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking,
Sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime

Nothing but a low-down beer bellied, bone headed, pigeon toed,
Turkey necked, weasel faced, worthless hunk of slime

Guess I pretty low self image
Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance or something, I
I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I’ve got the time
Make it talk
Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk
OK, now make it shut up

Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down
I always feel so miserable whenever I’m around
I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain
I’d flush myself right down the toilet, but I’d just clog up the drain

I got the blues so bad
Kinda wish I was dead
Maybe I’ll blow my brains out mama
Or maybe I’ll go bowling
Or I just might go bowling
Maybe I’ll just rent some shoes and go bowling
Maybe I’ll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid looking
Shirt and go bowling instead
Yeah

Source: LyricFind

The Truth

Posted on January 17, 2025 by Doc

The Truth

– By Payton Brown

I walked into school and saw my friends with a poster in the halls. It looked like a concert was happening because of how many girls were there. It was a volleyball sign up sheet so I decided to sign up. Not knowing what would happen next. The next day that’s when it all happened I was walking into the gym and everyone was warming up. As I put my stuff down, that’s when I hear them “shh” shh” shh” and murmuring. Behind me I feel all their glances at me. I try to ignore it because I tried to feel positive that day. As I am done warming up I start walking towards my friend. She told me that

“you shouldn’t be playing right you aren’t even good”

I ran out trying so hard not to cry and embarrassed myself but I couldn’t help it I started crying but as soon as I wipe tears the coach asked me

“What is wrong”

I told her what happen and she said

“You cant let them get to you,you are here to play volleyball and here to get that off your chest”

But I don’t know how I’m going to play

“I’m just so upset”

But she made me get up and practice as I got up to walk in to practice we did leg/arm stretches. Then I had to get a partner. We bumped it back and forth then setted. As we finished up, we got in three lines and I fell on my knees and became the laughing stock. the coach told everyone to keep practicing and helped me up and made sure I was okay the practice that day was horrible

The following week and a lot more happened. We have a game coming up and the whole school already hates me. But the coach’s words kept playing in my head. I knew I had to keep moving past it. But as we are on the bus a girl who I played with came up to me and asked

“Hey, I know we don’t talk much but why are you sitting by yourself”

“I dont know I’m not really friends with anyone here dont I play with you on the court”

“ yeah I play setting, Sofia is my name but I’d love to be your friend”

“The setter? Oh yeah the setter my name is Payton and yeah we can be friends”

She sat next to me the rest of the time and talked to me but I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel happy that there was a girl that actually felt genuine and actually wanted to be my friend . I really didn’t know what I was feeling. I was happy I had a friend. I was scared of the game and I was sad because really no one likes me. As we get to game and were putting are stuff on I hear the girls talking about me but I walked away a little upset because I knew exactly what they were talking about I get on the court and I remember everything that made me even more mad and upset and I actually play a lot better than I thought and I could hear everyone whispering but this time in a good way the coach started putting me on the court a lot more I said

“Thank you coach”

“Why you thanking me that was all you”

“No I wouldn’t of even been play if you didn’t talk to me that day”

“Oh no problem, you get up your good work ”

As we were on the bus back home the girl who was my friend came up to me and said.

“Hey, you did good out there and I am sorry for what I said.”

But I didn’t know what I wanted to say but words just started coming out of my mouth

“Thanks but you are not sorry because if you were you wouldn’t have said it.”

Then I went to another seat. I finally felt like I was good at something I mean I was.

As I walked home my mom met me at the door and I was in the newspaper and I felt like everyone liked me. I didn’t just feel like a nobody. I walked into school and everyone was by me and asking me how I did it but I had no comment but the truth is I would rather go back to having no one like me because I knew who my real friend was.