Written: Martin Karl Sandberg / Andreas Michael Carlsson / Al Yankovic
Style: Pop/Comedy
Topic: an obsessive shopper and the online website, eBay.
The song ends with several “EEEEE”s after the ending of the official lyrics. It is a very funny bit and the parody hits too close to home as I do love me some eBay.
Lyrics
Yeah
A used pink bathrobe A rare mint snow globe A Smurf TV tray I bought on eBay
My house is filled with this crap Shows up in bubble wrap Most every day What I bought on eBay
Tell me why I need another pet rock Tell me why I got that elf alarm clock Tell me why I bid on Shatner’s old toupee They had it on eBay
I’ll buy your knick-knack Just check my feedback A plus-plus, they all say They love me on eBay
Gonna buy a slightly damaged golf bag Gonna buy some beanie babies, new with tag From some guy I’ve never met in Norway Found him on Ebay
I am the type who is liable to snipe you With two seconds left to go, whoa Got PayPal or Visa, whatever’ll please ya As long as I’ve got the dough
I’ll buy your Tchotchkes Sell me your watch, please I’ll buy (I’ll buy, I’ll buy, I’ll buy) I’m highest bidder
Junk keeps arriving in the mail (now, yeah) From that worldwide garage sale (Dukes of Hazard ashtray) Hey, a Dukes of Hazard ashtray (oh, yeah) I bought it on eBay
Wanna buy a Pac-Man Fever lunchbox Wanna buy a case of Vintage tube socks Wanna buy a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre (used by Dr. Dre) Found it on eBay
Wanna buy that Farrah Fawcet poster Pez dispensers and a toaster Don’t know why The kind of stuff you’d throw away (away I throw) I’ll buy on eBay
Topic: misery of an overcrowded public transit bus.
“Another One Rides the Bus” was recorded live on the Dr. Demento Radio Show with Al playing the accordion and Jon “Bermuda” Schwartz banging away on the empty accordion case. Thanks to this interaction, Schwartz and Weird Al began a relationship that has continued to this day.
Lyrics
Ridin’ in the bus down the boulevards And the place was pretty packed, yeah I couldn’t find a seat, so I had to stand With the perverts in the back
It was smellin’ like a locker room There was junk all over the floor We’re already packed in like sardines But we’re stoppin’ to pick up more, look out
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he’s gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus
There’s a suitcase pokin’ me in the ribs There’s an elbow in my ear There’s a smelly old bum standin’ next to me He hasn’t showered in a year
Well, I think I’m missin’ a contact lens I think my wallet’s gone And I think this bus is stoppin’ again To let a couple more freaks get on, look out
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he’s gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus, ow Another one rides the bus, hey, hey Another one rides the bus, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
The window doesn’t open and the fan is broke And my face is turnin’ blue, yeah I haven’t been in a crowd like this Since I went to see The Who
I know I should’ve got off a couple miles ago But I couldn’t get to the door There isn’t any room for me to breathe And now we’re gonna pick up more, yeah
Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he’s gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus
The second iconic Weird Al parodies of Michael Jackson songs, “Fat” is one of Weird Al’s most recognizable songs. The video won Weird Al a Grammy for Best Concept Music Video. In the video, Weird Al parodied the video for “Bad”, using the same set.
Lyrics
Your butt is wide, well mine is too Just watch your mouth or I’ll sit on you The word is out, better treat me right ‘Cause I’m the king of cellulite Ham on, ham on Ham on whole wheat, all right
My zippers bust, my buckles break I’m too much man for you to take The pavement cracks when I fall down I’ve got more chins than Chinatown
Well, I’ve never used a phone booth And I’ve never seen my toes When I’m goin’ to the movies I take up seven rows
Because I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on, you know (really really fat) Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stout Just now tell me once again who’s fat?
When I walk out to get my mail It measures on the Richter scale Down at the beach I’m a lucky man I’m the only one who gets a tan If I have one more pie a la mode I’m gonna need my own zip code
When you’re only having seconds I’m having twenty-thirds When I go to get my shoes shined I gotta take their word
Because I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it, you know (really really fat) And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds Lemme tell you once again who’s fat
If you see me comin’ your way Better give me plenty space If I tell you that I’m hungry Then won’t you feed my face
Because I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it, you know (really really fat) When I sit around the house I really sit around the house
You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, come on (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it, you know it (really really fat) You know, you know (fat fat) You know, come on (really really fat)
And you know all by myself I’m a crowd Let me tell you once again
You know I’m huge (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) You know I’m fat, you know (really really fat) You know I’m fat (fat) I’m fat, you know it (really really fat) And the whole world knows I’m fat and I’m proud Just tell me once again who’s fat?
Written: Ivonil Machado Da Silva / Paula Stefanovich/Al Yankovic
Songs in Medley: “Loser,” “Sex Type Thing,” “All I Want to Do,” “Closer,” “Bang & Blame,” “You Oughta Know,” “Bullet with Butterfly Wings,” “Buddy Holly,” “My Friends,” “I’ll Stick Around,” “Black Hole Sun,” “Basket Case.”
Lyrics
Soy un perdedor! I’m a loser, baby! So why don’t you kill me? Everybody! Soy un perdedor! I’m a loser, baby! So why don’t you kill me? HEY!
I am, I am, I am I said I wanna get next to you I said I’m gonna get close to you You wouldn’t want me have to hurt you too Hurt you too I know you want what’s on my mind I know you like what’s on my mind I know it eats you up inside I know, you know, you know, you know Here I come, I come, I come, I come Here I come, I come, I come, I come
‘Cause all I wanna do is have some fun I’ve got a feeling I’m not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I’ve got a feeling I’m not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up Over Santa Monica Boulevard
HELP ME! I broke apart my insides HELP ME! I got no soul to sell HELP ME! The only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself I wanna (BOING) you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna (BOING) you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god hey! Hey! Hey!
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Blame, blame, blame You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang It’s not my thing so let it go!
‘Cause that love that you gave that we made Wasn’t able to make it enough For you to be open wide, no And every time you speak her name Does she know how you told me you’d hold me Until you die, ’til you die But you’re still alive And I’m here to remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It’s not fair to deny me of the cross I bare that you gave to me you oughta know HEY!
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage And someone will say what is Lost can never be saved despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
I love all of you hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you don’t know yourself
I don’t owe you anything! I don’t owe you anything! I don’t owe you anything! I don’t owe you anything!
Black hole sun won’t you come And wash away the rain black hole sun Won’t you come, won’t you come Black hole sun, black hole sun Won’t you come Black hole sun, black hole sun Won’t you come Black hole sun, black hole sun
Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps all adding up I think I’m cracking up And am I just Paranoid am I just stoned? Or am I just stoned?
Style Parody: The Jackson’s “State of Shock” (featuring Mick Jagger)
Title track to Weird Al’s first motion picture, UHF, which flopped at the box office, but reached cult classic level over the years since.
Lyrics
Put down your remote control, throw out your TV Guide Put away your jacket, there’s no need to go outside Don’t you know that we control the horizontal We control the vertical too We gonna make a couch potato out of you That’s what we going to do now
Don’t change the channel, don’t touch that dial We got it all on UHF Kick off your sneakers, stick around for a while We got it all on UHF (on UHF) Don’t worry ’bout your laundry, forget about your job (ah) Just crank up the volume and yank off the knob (ah) We got it all (we got it all), we got it all on UHF
Disconnect the phone and leave the dishes in the sink You better put away your homework, prime time ain’t no time to think All you do is make yourself a TV dinner Press your face right up against the screen
We gonna show you things you ain’t ever seen If you know what I mean, now
Don’t change the channel, don’t touch that dial We got it all on UHF Kick off your sneakers, stick around for a while We got it all on UHF (on UHF) Don’t worry ’bout your laundry, forget about your job (ah) Just crank up the volume and yank off the knob (ah) We got it all (we got it all), we got it all on UHF
You can watch us all day, you can watch us all night (ooh) You can watch us any time that you please (ooh) You can sit around and stare at the picture tube ‘Til your brain turns into cottage cheese, well, now
Don’t change the channel, don’t touch that dial We got it all on UHF Kick off your sneakers, stick around for a while We got it all on UHF (on UHF) Don’t worry ’bout your laundry, forget about your job (ah) You gotta crank up the volume and yank off the knob (ah) We got it all (we got it all), we got it all on UHF
We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (UHF)
We got it all on UHF (we got it all) We got it all on UHF (UHF) We got it all on UHF (we got it all) We got it all on UHF (we got it all, we got it)
We got it all on UHF (we got it, we got it all) We got it all on UHF (we got it all) We got it all on UHF (ooh, on UHF) We got it all on UHF
Parody: I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Written: Jake Hooker / Alan Merrill / Alfred Yankovic
Genre: Rock ‘n’ Roll/Comedy
Topic: The love of ice cream, especially Rocky Road.
Special Appearance: “Musical” Mike Kieffer
Lyrics
I hear those ice cream bells and I start to drool Keep a couple quarts in my locker at school Yeah, but chocolate’s gettin’ old Vanilla just leaves me cold
There’s just one flavor good enough for me, yeah me Don’t gimme no crummy taste spoon I know what I need
Baby, I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me, ow
They tell me ice cream junkies are all the same All the soda jerkers know my name When their supply is gone then I’ll be movin’ on But I’ll be back on Monday afternoon, you’ll see Another truck load’s comin’ in for me, all for me I’m singin’
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me, ow
Oh, make it talk
When I’m all alone, I just grab myself a cone And if I get fat and lose my teeth that’s fine with me Just lock me in the freezer and throw away the key Singing
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with
I love rocky road So, weren’t you gonna buy half a gallon, baby? I love rocky road So, have another triple scoop with me
Written: Adam Young / Alecia Beth Moore / Allan Peter Grigg / Benjamin Levin / Brandon Roy Melancon / Breyon Prescott / Cathy Dennis / Charles Burgess Kelley / Christopher A Stewart / Christopher Brian Bridges / Christopher M Henderson / Cristina Flores / David Wesley Haywood / Dwayne Carter / Edmund Koestscher / Faheem Najm / Fraser Lance Thorneycroft Smith / Gaetano Lama / Hillary Dawn Scott / Jacob Milan Taio Cruz / James Thomas Brown / Jamie Foxx / Jared Lincoln Cotter / Jason Joel Desrouleaux / Jay Sean / Jeremy David Skaller / Johan/Al Yankovic
Songs included: “Liechtensteiner Polka,” “Poker Face,” “Womanizer,” “Right Round,” “Day ‘n’ Nite,” “Need You Now,” “Baby,” “So What,” “I Kissed a Girl,” “Fireflies,” “Blame It,” “Replay,” “Down,” “Break Your Heart,” “Tick Tock Polka,” and “TikTok.”
Lyrics
Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum muh Oh whoa oh oh oh
Can’t read my, can’t read my No, he can’t read-a my polka face (She’s got to love nobody) Can’t read my, can’t read my No he can’t read-a my polka face (She’s got to love nobody) P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face (Mum mum mum muh) P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face, hey
Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer Oh, womanizer, oh, you’re a womanizer baby You, you, you are You, you, you are Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (Womanizer)
Boy don’t try to front I, I know just what you are (are are) Boy don’t try to front I, I know just what you are (are are)
You say I’m crazy I got your crazy You’re nothing but a Womanizer
You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down
Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He’s all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night At, at, at night
It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk and I need you now Said I wouldn’t call but I’ve lost all control and I need you now And I don’t know how I can do without I just need you now
And I was like baby baby baby Baby baby baby Baby baby baby I thought you’d always be mine
So, so what, I’m still a rock star I got my rock moves and I don’t need you And guess what, I’m havin’ more fun And now that we’re done, I’m gonna show you tonight I’m alright, I’m just fine and you’re a tool So, so what, I am a rock star I got my rock moves and I don’t want you tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it, The taste of her cherry chapstick I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it It felt so wrong, it felt so right, Don’t mean I’m in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it, I liked it
And I’d like to make myself believe That planet earth turns slowly It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay Awake when I’m asleep ‘Cause everything is never as it seems
Blame it on the goose, gotcha feeling loose Blame it on the ‘tron, gotchya me in the zone Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the Henny Blame it on the blue tap, got you feeling dizzy Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Shawty’s like a melody in my head That I can’t keep out Got me singin’ like Na na na na everyday It’s like my iPod stuck on replay Stuck on replay Stuck on replay Replay Replay-ay-ay-ay
Baby, are you down, down, down, down, down? Baby are you down?
I’m only gonna break break your break break your heart I’m only gonna break break your break break your heart I’m only gonna break break your break break your heart I’m only gonna break your heart
Don’t stop, making pop DJ blow my speakers up Tonight, I’mma fight Till we see the sun light Tick tock, on the clock But the polka don’t stop (no) Yodel-yodel-lady-hoo Yodel-yodel-lady-hoo
P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face (mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face Oh no you can’t read my p-p-polka face Talk about my polka face P-p-p-polka face
Written: Lukasz Gottwald / Claude Kelly / Jessica Cornish/Al Yankovic
Genre: Pop/Comedy
Topic: The dark, cloak-and-dagger operations of the Central Intelligence Agency
The dark comedic song is in direct opposition to the happy, upbeat music. This is a ton of fun and the animated video that was released with the song was hilarious.
Lyrics
I moved out to Langley recently With a plain and simple dream Wanna infiltrate some third-world place And topple their regime
Those men in black with their matching suitcases Where everything’s on a need-to-know basis Agents got that swagger And everyone so cloak and dagger
I’m feeling nervous but I’m really kinda wishing For another undercover mission That’s when the red alert came on the radio And I put my earpiece on Got my dark sunglasses on And I had my weapon drawn
So I get my handcuffs, my cyanide pills My classified dossier Tapping the phones like, yeah Shredding the files like, yeah
I memorized all the enemy spies I’ve got to neutralize today Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA
I’ve done a couple of crazy things That have almost gotten me dismissed Like terminate some head of state Who wasn’t even on my list
Burn that microfilm, buddy, will you? I’d tell you why but then I’d have to kill you You need a quickie confession? Well, start a water boarding session
No hurry on this South American dictator I’ll assassinate him later That’s when he walked right in my laser sights And my silencer was on And my silencer was on And another target’s gone
Yeah, we’ve got black ops all over the world From Kazakhstan to Bombay Paying the bribes like, yeah Plugging the leaks like, yeah
Interrogating the scum of the earth We’ll break them by the break of day Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA
Need a country destabilized? Look no further, we’re your guys We’ve got snazzy suits and ties And a better dental plan than the FBI’s
Better put your hands up and get in the van Or else you’ll get blown away Staging a coup like, yeah Brainwashing moles like, yeah
We only torture the folks we don’t like You’re probably gonna okay Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA Yeah, it’s a party in the CIA
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: 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
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
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EYG- Embrace Your Geekness 