Album: George Fest: A Night to Celebrate the Music of George Harrison
Style: pop/rock/uptempo soul
Performed: George Fest tribute concert on September 28, 2014
The first song on this list that was not written (at least in part) by Weird Al. Weird Al performed this at the George Fest tribute concert at the Fonda Theater in Los Angeles. Al was one of several other performers covering tracks from the former Beatle. Al also sang on the version of The Traveling Wilburys’ song, “Handle With Care.” “What is Life” was one of my favorite Georege Harrison songs and seeing the live performance by Weird Al was a great addition to it for me.
It is a straight cover of the song, without any comedic undertones.
Lyrics
What I feel, I can’t say But my love is there for you anytime of day But if it’s not love that you need Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
What I know, I can do If I give my love now to everyone like you But if it’s not love that you need Then I’ll try my best to make ev’rything succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
What I feel, I can’t say But my love is there for you any time of day But if it’s not love that you need Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side Oh tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
What is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
[fade:] Oh tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me who am I without you by my side
As I was going through the list of songs on the Top 100, I discovered a mistake in the list. Instead of cutting a song that absolutely deserves its spot on the list, I decided to make this special exception for Weird Al and make it a Top 100 with 101 songs in it. Thus, Polka Power becomes the first ever 1/2 entry on our Daily Countdown lists and the only Daily Countdown Two-a-day.
Title: “Polka Power”
Album: Running With Scissors
Released: 1989
Genre: Polka/Comedy
Songs: “The Twelfth Street Rag,” “Wannabe,” “Flagpole Sitta,” “Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are),” “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back),” “Walkin’ On the Sun,” “Intergalactic,” “Tubthumping,” “Ray of Light,” “Push,” “Semi-Charmed Life,” “The Dope Show,” “MMMBop,” “Sex and Candy,” “Closing Time,” and “W.A.Y. Moby Polka.”
Lyrics
Yeah, well, I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want) I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want) I want to ha, I want to ha, I want to ha, I want to ha I want to really, really, really, want to zigga zigga, ah! If you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends Make it last forever, friendship never ends If you want to be my lover, you have got to give Taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is. Hey!
I’m not sick, but I’m not well. And I’m so hot, ’cause I’m in hell. I’m not sick, but I’m not well. And it’s a sin to live so well.
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are, Coming from afar, reaching for the stars. Run away with me, to another place We can rely on each other, uh huh From one corner to another, uh huh
Everybody (yeah) Rock your body (yeah) Everybody Rock your body right. Backstreet’s back, all right! All right!
So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out But now, if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow But if the offer’s shun, you might as well be walking on the sun Might as well be walking on the sun!
I get knocked down, but I get up again, You’re never gonna keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again You’re never gonna keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again You’re never gonna keep me down I get knocked down, but I get up again You’re never gonna keep me down
Quicker than a ray of light Quicker than a ray of light Quicker than a ray of light
I want to push you around, well I will, well I will I want to push you down, well I will, well I will I want to take you for granted I want to take you for granted Yeah, yeah, well I will
I want something else To get me through this semi-charmed kinda life, baby baby I want something else I’m not listening when you say good-bye.
There’s lots of pretty, pretty ones That want to get you high But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind We’re all stars now in the dope show We’re all stars now in the dope show
Mmmbop, do floppa do wop Do be dop ah Do wap, do zap ah, do Yeah-ee yeah Mmmbop, do be ‘zap ah, do wop Do be dop ah Do wop, doom zap ah, do
I smell sex and candy here Who’s that lounging in my chair? Who’s that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream Yeah, yeah mama, this surely is a dream Dig it, yeah mama, this surely is
Closing time One last call for alcohol So finish your whiskey or beer Closing time You don’t have to go home But you can’t stay here I know who I want to take me home I know who I want to take me home I know who I want to take me home Take us home.
Released: As a theme song for his 1997 Saturday morning children’s TV show.
Album: Running With Scissors
Genre: pop/rock
This fell into the top 20 of the previous list, Top 100 TV Show Themes. When I first was creating that list, I almost didn’t think about it as a theme because it was more of a song than theme. Al has used this as an intro to his concerts since.
Lyrics
Oh, this is a story ’bout a guy named Al And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal But the sanitation workers really didn’t approve So he packed up his accordion and had to move
To a city in Ohio where he lived in a tree And he worked in a nasal decongestant factory And he played on the company bowling team And every single night he had a strange, recurring dream
Where he was wearing leiderhosen in a vat of sour cream But that’s really not important to the story
Well, the very next year he met a dental hygenist With a spatula tattoed on her arm (on her arm) But he didn’t keep in touch, then he lost her number Then he got himself a job on a tater tot farm
And he spent his life savings on a split-level cave 20 miles below the surface of the Earth (of the Earth) And he really makes a mighty fine jelly bean and pickle sandwich For what it’s worth
Then one day Al was in the forest, trying to get a tan When he heard the tortured screaming of a funny little man He was caught in a bear trap and Al set him free And the guy that he rescued was as grateful as can be
And it turns out he’s a big-shot producer on TV So he gave Al a contract and what do you know? Now he’s got his own very Weird Al Show!
The song is fun as a satirical look at the paparazzi and entertainment news outlets like TMZ, but also take the other side of the fence with celebrities aren’t always great either.
Lyrics
You’re sort of famous A minor celebrity And so it only makes sense The world would be obsessed with every single thing you do
They’re running ’round With their camcorders in the night They lurk impatiently In hope in that they just might See something real embarrassing you do
The bad hair day and sweat-stained t-shirt That’s the story that They’re gonna feature With exclusive pics Of your flabby behind You think you’re all alone But that’s right when you’ll find
A bunch of paparazzi Popping out of nowhere Cameras in your face And then suddenly You’re on TMZ You’re on TMZ
Following you When you’re walking down the street And asking stupid questions While you’re trying to eat So you cover your face Thinking to yourself “Hey, isn’t this creepy?”
And they’re out there praying You’ll have a big meltdown And take ’em on a little car chase Through this whole town They’ll be there with you When you’re going to jail First on the scene For every wardrobe fail
You just picked up some transvestite Seconds later It’s up on the website Get a vegas wedding A quickie divorce And they’ll be sneaking in Snapping pictures, of course
And if they ever catch you Picking your nose Or stumbling down the street On a drunken spree You’re on TMZ Stalking you, just waiting by your front door Trailing you through airport security They’re with TMZ They’re with TMZ
Oh, let me tell you It’s getting to the point Where a famous person can’t Even get a D.U.I Or go on a racist rant Those guys are all around So you really shouldn’t dare Go to every club in town If you’ve lost your underwear
Seems that every single time A star decides to shave her head Or ram their car into a tree They’re on TMZ If they catch you peeing in the bushes Later on, that night Well, I guarantee You’re on TMZ You’re on TMZ You’re on TMZ Every single celebrity Knows they’re gonna be There on TMZ
This upbeat original song is about the type of tabloid newspapers that were such a huge thing during the 1980s.
Lyrics
I was waiting in the express lane With my twelve items or less At the checkout counter at the local grocery store I was only passin’ by
But a paper caught my eye And I learned a few things I never knew before It said
Your pet may be an extra-terrestrial It said The ghost of Elvis is living in my den You can learn to cope with stress And you can beat the IRS
And the Incredible Frog Boy is on the loose again Ohhh Midnight Star It’s in the weekly Midnight Star Aliens from outer space are sleeping in my car Midnight Star, I wanna know, I wanna know!
Eat jelly doughnuts and lose twenty pounds a day Hear the story of the man born without a head And top psychics all agree
That the telephone company
Will have a brand new service that lets you talk to the dead
Ohhh Midnight Star
You can believe it if you read it in the weekly Midnight Star
They’re keeping Hitler’s brain alive inside a jar Midnight Star, I wanna know, I wanna know!
Midnight Star I wanna know Ohhh Midnight Star Well don’t ya know that I read it, I read it in the weekly Midnight Star?
The UFOs have landed, and we’ll tell you where they are Midnight Star I wanna know I wanna know Ohhh Midnight Star Well, you can read all about it in the weekly Midnight Star
You can use your ESP to learn to play guitar I wanna know I wanna know (Ahhh Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (Ahhh Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
Enquiring minds like mine wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star) I wanna know I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know (You can read it you can read it you can read it in the Midnight Star)
Written: Lady Gaga /Jeppe Laursen/ Fernando Garibay/Paul “DJ White Shadow” Blair/Al Yankovic
Album: Alpocalypse
Released: 2011
Parody: “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga
A parody that almost did not happen. Al had sent the parody to Lady Gaga’s people, but they rejected it without Lady Gaga hearing it. When Lady Gaga did hear the parody, she gave her blessing. While Weird Al does not have to get artists permission to do a parody, he always apporached the aritst/company as a sign of respect.
Lyrics
My mama told me when I was hatched Act like a superstar Save your allowance, buy a bubble dress And someday you will go far Now on red carpets, well, I’m hard to miss The press follows everywhere I go I’ll poke your eye out with a dress like this Back off and enjoy the show!
I’m sure my critics will say it’s a grotesque display Well they can bite me, baby, I perform this way I might be wearin’ Swiss cheese or maybe covered with bees It doesn’t mean I’m crazy, I perform this way (‘from this way)
Ooh, my little monsters pay lots ’cause I perform this way Baby, I perform this way (perform this way) Ooh, don’t worry, I’m okay, hey, I just perform this way I’m not crazy, I perform this way
I’ll be a troll or evil queen I’ll be a human jelly bean ‘Cause every day is Halloween for me
I’m so completely original My new look is all the rage I’ll wrap my small intestines ’round my neck And set fire to myself on stage I’ll wear a porcupine on my head On a W-H-I-M And for no reason now I’ll sing in French Excusez-moi, qui a PT (express yourself)
Got my straight jacket today, its made of gold lame No, not because I’m crazy, I perform this way I strap prime rib to my feet, cover myself with raw meat I’ll bet you’ve never seen a skirt steak worn this way
Don’t be offended when you see My latest pop monstrosity I’m strange, weird, shocking, odd, bizarre I’m Frankenstein, I’m Avatar There’s nothing too embarrassing I’ll honestly do anything But wear white after Labor Day ‘Cause baby, I perform this way
Hope you won’t think it’s cliche if I go nude today Don’t call the cops, now, baby, I perform this way No reason I should regret all the attention I get I’m not completely crazy, I perform this way, yeah
I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey I’m always deviating from the norm this way-hey I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey I’m really not insane, I just perform this way-hey
Songs: “Cradle of Love,” “Tom’s Diner,” “Love Shack,” “Clarinet Polka,” “Pump Up the Jam,” “Losing My Religion,” “Unbelievable,” “Do Me!,” “Enter Sandman,” “Humpty Dance,” “Cherry Pie,” “Miss You Much,” “I Touch Myself,” “Dr. Feelgood,” “Ice Ice Baby,” “Ear Booger Polka.”
Another polka medley appers in the Top 100.
Lyrics
Rock the cradle of love. Rock the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Don’t rock easy, it’s true Rock the cradle of love I rocked the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Don’t rock easy, it’s true
The Love Shack is a little old place where We can get together Love Shack, baby (Love Shack, baby, Love Shack) Hey!
Pump up the jam (hey!). Pump up the jam (hey!) Pump up the jam, pump it up!
That’s me in the corner That’s me in the spotlight, losing my religion Trying to keep a view And I don’t know if I can to it Oh no, I’ve said too much I haven’t said enough
The things you say Your purple prose just gives you away The things you say You’re unbelieveable (Oh!)
Do me, baby. Do me, baby You can do me in the morning, you can do me in the night You can do me when you want to do me Yodalodaladyhoo!
Exit light Enter night Take my hand Off to never never land
The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the Hump Do me, baby Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Do me, baby Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump
She’s my cherry pie Put a smile on your face ten miles wide Look so good, make a grown man cry Sweet cherry pie-yi-yi Woo!
Drum solo!
I miss you so much (M-O-I miss you so much) I really miss you much (M-I-S-S you so much) I miss you so much (M-O-I miss you so much) I really miss you much
Hey, I don’t want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself Oh, I don’t want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no no no
He’s the one they call Dr. Feelgood He’s the one that makes you fell all right He’s the one they call Dr. Feelgood He’s gonna be your Frankenstein
Let’s kick it! If you got a problem, (yo!) I’ll solve it Check out the beat while the DJ revolves it Ice ice baby Ice ice baby… Word to your mother! Ice ice baby Ice ice baby forever I’ll be your ife… ice… baby! Hey!
Songs: “Sledgehammer,” “Sussudio,” “Party All the Time,” “Say You, Say Me,” “Freeway of Love,” “What You Need,” “Harlem Shuffle,” “Venus,” “Nasty,” “Rock Me Amadeus,” “Shout,” “Papa Don’t Preach.”
I listened to this one forever during my college days.
Lyrics
You could have a big dipper Going up and down all around the bends You could have a bumper car bumping This amusement never ends
I wanna be your sledgehammer Why don’t you call my name? Oh, let me be your sledgehammer This will be my testimony, yeah, yeah
There’s a girl that’s been on my mind all the time Su-su-sudio, oh-oh Now she don’t even know my name But I think she likes me just the same Su-su-sudio, whoa-oh
And my girl wants to party all the time Party all the time, party all the time My girl wants to party all the time, party all the time She parties all the time
Say you, say me Say it for always, that’s the way it should be Say you, say me Say it together naturally
We’re going riding on the freeway of love Wind’s against our back We’re going riding on the freeway of love In a big Cadillac
That’s why you need, ooh That’s why this what you need, I’ll give you what you need
Yah, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka, everybody now Yah, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka
She’s got it, yeah baby, she’s got it Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire What’s your desire?
Nasty, nasty boys don’t mean a thing Oh, you nasty boys Nasty, nasty boys don’t ever change Oh, you nasty boys
I like this part
Ooh, rock me Amadeus Ooh, rock me Amadeus Ooh, rock me Amadeus, ooh
Shout, shout, let it all out These are the things I can do without, come on I’m talking to you, come on
Please papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep But I’ve made up my mind, I’m keeping my baby Oh, I’m gonna keep my baby I’m gonna keep my baby
Lots of funny puns involving boogers. What more can you ask? This was a wonderful surprise the first time hearing Weird Al’s debut album, as I do not remember hearing it on the Dr. Demento show. I did see Al perform this live in concert at one of the times I saw him play.
Lyrics
Gotta boogie Gotta boogie Gotta boogie Gotta boogie I gotta boogie (gotta boogie) Gotta boogie (gotta boogie) I gotta boogie (gotta boogie) Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off
Well, I went out to a party just the other night I was jammin’ to the music, I was feelin’ alright I was burning up the floor like a disco maniac When my woman said, “Baby, why’s your hand behind you back?”
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie) I said boogie (gotta boogie) I gotta boogie (gotta boogie) Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off
I can’t pick it off (uh uh) I can’t flick it off (uh uh) I sure ain’t gonna lick it off (oh no) So I guess I’m gonna have to learn to live with it
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he’s gotta boogie) I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he’s gotta boogie) I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he’s gotta boogie) Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off
Gotta boogie (Boogie) Hey, you wanna boogie? (No man, I don’t wanna boogie) Wanna boogie? (Get that boogie out of my face) Do any of you wanna boogie? (No!)
Gotta boogie on my finger Gotta boogie on my finger Gotta boogie on my finger and I can’t shake it off
Songs in medley: “Twelfth Street Rag,” “State of Shock,” “Sharp Dressed Man,” “What’s Love Got to Do with It,” “Method of Modern Love,” “Owner of a Lonely Heart,” “We’re Not Gonna Take It,” “99 Luftballons” (sung in German), “Footloose,” “The Reflex,” “Bang Your Head (Metal Health),” and “Relax”.
Lyrics
You’re takin’ to me good, Just like you know you should. You get me on my knees, Please, baby, please.
She looks so great, every time I see her face. She put me in a state (ooh, state of shock)
Top coat. Top hat. I don’t worry, ’cause my wallet’s fat. Black shades. White glove. Lookin’ sharp. Lookin’ for love. They come a-runnin’ just as fast as they can, ‘Cause every girl’s crazy ’bout a sharp-dressed man, hey!
Whoo! Ah ha!
Oh, what’s love, got to do, got to do with it? What’s love but a second-hand emotion? What’s love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?
M E T H O D O F L O V E, It’s the method of modern love.
Owner of a lonely heart. Owner of a lonely heart, Much better than the Owner of a broken heart. Owner of a lonely heart.
We’re not gonna take it. No! We ain’t gonna take it. We’re not gonna take it, any more.
Neun und neunzig luftballons Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont. Denkst du vielleicht Grad an mich. Dann singe ich ein Lied fur dich.
Now I gotta cut loose. Footloose. Kick off my Sunday shoes. Please! Louise! Pull me off-a my knees. Jack! Get back! Come on, before we crack! Loose! You’re blues. Ev’ry body cut footloose!
So why don’t you use it. Try not to bruise it. Find time, don’t lose it.
Bang your head. Metal health’ll drive ya mad. Bang your head. Metal health’ll drive ya mad.
Relax, don’t do it. When you wanna go to it. Relax, don’t do it. When you wanna come. Relax, don’t do it. When you wanna sock it to it. Relax, don’t do it. When you wanna come. When you wanna come. When you want to come.
Bohemian Polka is the only polka Al ever put together for an album that was just a cover of a single song, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. I can remember the shock when first playing the song and seeing how the polka would not feature a group of songs from a variety of artists.
Lyrics
Is this the real life Is this just fantasy Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy ‘Cause I’m easy come, easy go Little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me To me
Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead Mama, life had just begun But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn’t mean to make you cry If I’m not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body’s aching all the time Goodbye everybody – I’ve got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo I don’t want to die I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a mam Scaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the Fandango Thunderbolt and lightning – very, very frightening me Galileo, Galileo Galileo, Galileo Galileo figaro – Magnifico… Hey! Hey! Hey! I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me He’s just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go – let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go – let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go – let him go Will not let you go – let him go Will not let you go – let him go No, no, no, no, no no no no no!
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me For me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh, baby – Can’t do this to me, baby Just gotta get out – just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows – Hey!
Title: “Theme from Rocky XIII (The Rye or the Kaiser)”
Album: Weird Al Yankovic In 3D
Release: 1982
Written: Jim Peterik/Frankie Sullivan/Al Yankovic
Parody: “The Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor
Style: Rock/Movie Songs
One of the more unknown Al parodies from his second major album. This is one of the early songs to show how clever Al could be with his lyrics and yet one more song that he wrote involving food.
Lyrics
Fat and weak, what a disgrace Guess the champ got too lazy Ain’t gonna fly now, he’s just takin’ up space Sold his gloves, threw his eggs down the drain
But he’s no bum, he works down the street He bought the neighborhood deli Back on his feet, now he’s choppin’ up meat Come inside, maybe you’ll hear him say
Try the rye or the kaiser They’re on special tonight If you want, you can have an appetizer You might like our salami, and the liver’s all right And they’d really go well with the rye Or the kaiser
Never eats while on the job He heard it’s good to stay hungry But he makes a pretty mean shish kabob Have a taste, they were made fresh today
Try the rye or the kaiser or the wheat or the white Maybe I can suggest an appetizer Stay away from the tuna, it smells funny tonight But you just can’t go wrong with the rye Or the kaiser
So today, his deli comes first Still he dreams of his past days of glory Goes in the back and beats up on the liverwurst All the while you can still hear him say
It’s the rye or the kaiser, it’s the thrill of one bite Let me please be your catering advisor If you want substitutions, I won’t put up a fight You can have your roast beef on the rye Or the kaiser
…All greased up and ready to sing their brains out….
I finished off the final season of Sha Na Na this afternoon with the six remaining episodes I had to see in season 4. I have to say that it was a really fun last few months as I worked my way through the playlist from Pattyoc01 on YouTube. While they were not always the best of quality, they were always fun and gave me flashes of nostalgia from when I was a young boy watching these in syndication. Sha Na Na was technically the first concert I ever attended (with my Dad at the Five Flags Center in Dubuque, Iowa) so I am very happy to have had a chance to watch these again.
Again, as I mentioned in the last post, some of the songs were songs that I had not heard before (or at least did not recognize). They did repeat a couple of songs in these episodes, including Runaway, Hand Jive, and Under the Boardwalk. We got to hear Chico sing again. He has not been a featured singer in the final season. Sure he was one of the lesser used voices overall in the show, but he got more than he has this year. I wonder if that was because of the absence of Dirty Dan.
We got quite a few Screamin’ Scott performances in this last handful of episodes. It was funny, but he wore that green suit in three episodes consecutively, and they were all on the street songs. I wonder if they recorded those all on the same day.
It is also interesting how many different outfits Screamin’ Scott wore. I mean, most of the group had one or two basic outfit that they wore, but Scott is always all over the place with jump suits and bright colors. And not just in the comedy skits either.
Of the guests, the one I liked the best of this group was Scatman Cruthers. I did not know what he was going to do, but he ended up singing and he was great. He played a ukulele and sang the blues. I know he sang the theme song to Hong Kong Phooey, but I did not expect him to do it here, but he was tremendous.
Other guests in these episodes included Mary Wells, The Spinners, Billie Davis Jr & Marilyn Macoo, Peaches and Herb, and Kim Carnes.
Another surprise was Pamela Meyers singing “It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To”. While Meyers had sung songs before, she was out on the street all by her self. We could hear the background vocals of Sha Na Na, but there was no sign of any of them. I wonder if that was the first time someone sang a song without any sight of any of the group?
Sha Na Na was inducted into the EYG Hall of Fame this year in the April 1 Legends class. I had a lot of fun with the boys over these four seasons.
Parody: “You Got It (The Right Stuff)” by New Kids on the Block.
Written: Maurice Starr/Al Yankovic
Style: Pop/Boy Band
There have been plenty of original songs that Weird Al parodied that I have either did not like or did not know. You Got It (The Right Stuff) is a perfect example of a song that I disliked that Weird Al made better with his parody.
And what can be a better topic for a song than the white stuff in an Oreo cookie?
Lyrics
The white stuff The white stuff
The first one was a sweet one Second one was a blast Soon I finished off the bag, ate ’em up real fast You can see ’em in my teeth Tell it when I talk Had so many my pancreas just went into shock
I love the white stuff, baby In the middle of an Oreo I love the white stuff, baby It’s the most delicious thing I know
I’ve had a zillion or two In my life, they’re so right My teeth are all rotted clear through But who cares? What else am I supposed to do?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, the white stuff Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo What’s in the middle? The white stuff
The first time that I tried it Got a big sugar buzz Nothing gets me high as that sandwhich cookie does But I love the filling most I rub it on my roast Mix it in with my coffee and spread it on my toast
I love the white stuff, baby In the middle of an Oreo I love the white stuff, baby Take some with me everywhere I go
Might get a pimple or two Well, so what? It’s all right Now Twinkies and Ding Dongs won’t do All I need… You know what it is
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, the white stuff Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oreo Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, the white stuff Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo What’s in the middle? The white stuff
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
