Weird Al Yankovic

Baby Got Jack

I like small butts and I cannot lie,You honkies can’t deny,When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waistand a big thing in your face I getSick, cuz I like a toothpickI’ll beat that bootie with a stickEven the jeans she’s wearing, her pants are almost tearingNo, baby I want a flat bootie,That’s tootie

Addicted To Spuds

Potato skins, potato cakesHash browns, and instant flakesBaked or boiled or french friedThere’s no kind you haven’t tried You planned a trip to IdahoJust to watch potatoes growI understand how you must feelI can’t deny they’ve got appeal WhoahYou like them whether they are plain or they’re stuffed, oh yeahBetter face the facts, it seems

Achy Breaky Song

You can torture meWith Donnie & MarieYou can play some Barry ManilowOr you can play some schlockLike New Kids On The BlockOr any Village People song you knowOr play Vanilla IceHey, you can play him twiceAnd you can play the Bee Gees any dayBut Mr. DJ, pleaseI’m beggin’ on my kneesI just can’t take no


Here she comes now, wants her alimonyBleedin’ me dry as a bony bonyWorkin’ three jobs just to stay in debt nowWell, first she took my nest egg then she took the nestI said yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) (Yeah) ‘Cause she took my house (alimony), my car (alimony)My shoes (alimony)


Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry’s Bait shopYou know the placewell anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy Except, of course, for the undeniable fact


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