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(Parody of Beat It by Michael Jackson)
Lyrics:
How come you're always such a fussy young man
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it
Don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are some cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter it it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeate it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it |
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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 learend a few things I mever 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
You can beat the IRS
And the incredible frog boy is on the loose again
Oh, Mignight 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 donuts 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
Oh, Midnight Star
You can believe it if you read it in the weekly Mignight Star
They're keeping Hitler's brain alive inside a jar
Midnight Star, I wanna know, I wanna know
Tell me, tell me, tell me how to make my bust-line grow
Midnight Star, I wanna know
Oh, Midnight Star
Well, don't you 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
Midnight Star
Well, you can read all about in in the weekly Midnight Star
You can use you ESP to learn to play guitar
Midnight Star I wanna know, I wanna know
(Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(Ah, Midnight Star) Inquiring minds like mine wanna know
(You can read it {x5}, Midnight Star {x2}) (Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(You can read it {x5}, Midnight Star {x2}) (Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(You can read it {x5}, Midnight Star {x2}) (Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(You can read it {x5}, Midnight Star {x2}) (Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(You can read it {x5}, Midnight Star {x2}) (Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
(You can read it {x5}, Midnight Star {x2}) (Ah, Midnight Star) I wanna know, I wanna know
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(Parody of The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats)
Lyrics:
You can watch Mr. Rogers
You can watch Three's Company
And you can turn on Fame or The Nelywed Game
Or The Addams Family
I say, you can watch Barney Miller
And you can watch your MTV
And you can watch 'till your eyes fall out of your head
That'll be OK with me
And you can watch (TV)
You can watch Johnny Carson
You can watch Phil Donahue
And you can use TV Guide to help you decide
With capsulized review
Say, you can watch 60 Minutes
Even Captain Kangaroo
But there's only one set, so what ever you watch
Well, you know I gotta watch it too
Say, give it up, give it up, television's taking its toll
That's enought, that's enough, gimme the remote controll
I been nice, I been good, please don't do this to me
Turn it off, turn it off, I don't want to have to see
The Brady Bunch
Not The Brady Bunch
Well, The Brady Bunch
Yeah, The Brady Bunch
It's the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother
The youngest one in curls
It's a story of a man named Brady
Who was busy with three boys of his own
They were four men living all together
Yeah, but they were all alone
Until the one day, one day when the lady met the fellow
And they knew, and they knew it was much more than a hunch
Then they knew this group must somehow form a family
That's the way, that's the way, that's the way they all became
The Brady Bunch
Well, The Brady Bunch
Yeah, The Brady Bunch
Well, The Brady Bunch
Oh, it's The Brady Bunch
It's The Brady Bunch
Oh, The Brady Bunch, yeah
Oh, The Brady Bunch
It's The Brady Bunch
Well, it's The Brady Bunch
Well, it's The Brady Bunch
Get rid of The Brady Bunch
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Lyrics:
Gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a Cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full 'o credit cards
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Wo, used to live in Jamaica But I don't live dere no more
Had to change me lifestyle
Do t'ings I never done before
So now I'm just a lonely Rastaman
Living in dis American town
Gonna sell me Bob Marley records
Gonna get me some Jackson Browne
I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a Cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
and get a wallet full 'o credit cards, eh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Wo, gonna cut off me dreadlocks
T'row away all me ganja
I'll have a tupperware party
Maybe join me a health spa
I'll get a bowl of plastic fruits
And a microwave oven, too
Then I'll have the neighbors over for a weenie barbeque
Gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a Cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full 'o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I get a funny little T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Ain't gonna work in de field no more
Gonna be Amway distributor
Ain't gonna work in de field no more (no, no)
Gonna be Amway distributor
(Ja) Ja, ja, ja, life is so very hard
I need a (ja) ja, ja, ja jacuzi in me back yard
Oh, I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a Cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full 'o credit cards, eh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
What'd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo
I gonna buy me a Cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full 'o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
What'd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a Cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
And get a wallet full 'o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on |
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(Parody of "Jeopary" by Greg Kihn Band)
Lyrics:
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I was there to match my intellect on national TV
Against a plumber, oh, and an architect, both with a PhD
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
Oh, '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 you what you didn't win: a twenty colume set of the Encyclopedia International, a case of Turtle Wax, and a yeard'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. You brought shame and disgrace to your family name for generations to come. You don't get to come back tomorrow. You don't even get a lousy copy of our 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 |
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(Parody of "Hey Jude" by Beatles)
Lyrics:
They tell us that we lost our tails
Evolving up from little snails
I say it's all just wind and sails
Are we not men, we are Devo
Are we not men, D E V O
Smoke on the water
And fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
(I'm A Man) I'm a boy
(I'm A Man) Well, I'm your mother
(I'm A Man) I'm a one night stand
(I'm A Man) Am I by
(I'm A Man) I'm your slave
(I'm A Man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it
Better, better, better, better, better, better, yeah
L.A. woman, you're my woman
Got my mojo risin', Mr. Mojo risin', hey
In-a-gada-da-vida, honey Don't you know that I love you In-a-gada-da-vida, baby Don't you know that I'll always be true
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Gonna shoot my old lady
Caught her messin' 'round with another man
Yoddle-ay-ee, yoddle-ay-he-hoo. Yoddle-ay-ee, yoddle-ay-he-hoo.
Yoddle-ay-ee, yoddle-ay-he-hoo. Yoddle-ay he-hoo.
Yoddle-ay-ee, yoddle-ay-he-hoo. Yoddle-ay-ee, yoddle-ay-he-hoo.
Yoddle-ay-ee, yoddle-ay-he-hoo. Yoddle-ay he-hoo.
I'm an ordinary guy burnin' down the house
I'm hot blooded, check it and see
Got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on, baby, do you do more than dance
I'm hot blooded, hot blooded
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take
I'll be watchin' you
Darling, you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'till the end of time
But you gotta let me know, woh, woh, woh
Should I stay or should I go
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gasp
But it's all right, Jumpin' Jack Flash is a gasp, gasp, gasp
People try to put us down (talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (talkin' 'bout my generation)
Singley do look awful c-c-cold (talkin' 'bout my generation)
Hope I die before I get old (talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation (talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation, baby (talkin' 'bout my generation)
(talkin' 'bout my generation)
My, my, my, my, my, my generation (my generation)
Well, talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-generation |
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Lyrics:
I need a Vegematic
I need a Pocket Fisherman
I need a handy appliance
That'll scramble an egg while it's still inside its shell
Operators are standing by
How does that make you feel
Help me
Mr. Popeil
I wanna shine some pennies
I wanna mend some leather
I wanna Krazy-Glue my head to the bottom of a big steel girder
Please, no C.O.D.'s
Don't miss out on this deal
Ah, help me
Mr. Popeil
Help me
Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil
Woah
It slices, it dices
Look at that tomato
You could even cut a tin can with it
But you wouldn't want to
Mr. Popeil, I'm in trouble
Need your assistance on the double
Oh no, now how am I gonna make
My old vinyl car top look like new
Mr. Popeil
Tell me, what am I supposed to do
Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil
Now how much would you pay
But wait, there's more
It's not sold in any store
Now how much would you pay
Don't answer yet
Just look what else you get
Now how much would you pay
If you order today
You get a Ginsu knife and a smokeless Ashtray
Now how much would you pay
Now how much would you pay
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil
Make me buy a Garden Weasel
Make me buy a Bamboo Steamer
Make me take advantage
Of this amazing TV offer
Call our toll-free number
We'll make you such a deal
Aw, help me
Mr. Popeil, I want it
Mr. Popeil, well, I need it
Mr. Popeil, I got to got to got to have it
Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil
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(Parody of "King Of Pain" by Police)
Lyrics:
There's a sale on our gabardine suits today
They're all thirty percent off from yesterday
There's Fortrel polyester, leather, wool, and tweed
Just a Visa or MasterCard is all you need
We've got every color, we've got every shade
We're located next door to Willy's Fun Arcade
We got every fabric that was ever made
But I'm known in this city as the King of Suede
We got portly and regular and extra long
Is my size up there
We got tailors to fix it if it comes out wrong
Is my size up there
We got all kinds of sweatshirts, you can take your pick
Is my size up there
With the collars ripped off like that Flashdance flick
Is my size up there
Our prices are low, my staff is underpaid
You can buy off the rack or have it custom made
And it's all guaranteed to never shrink or fade
'Cause of my reputation as the King of Suede
If you need a tuxedo for your junior prom
Is my size up there
We can get you the best one that's made in Taiwan
Is my size up there
We got jackets with patches on the elbows too
Is my size up there
And we'll sell 'em all factory direct to you
Is my size up there
Well, I never made it past the second grade
It took all of my life for me to learn this trade
But my friends are all thinking that I've got it made
'Cause I'm known the world over as the King of Suede
There's a two for one sale on our three piece suits
Check out our suede pajamas and our suede covered boots
You can try on our suede underwear if you choose
Do what you want but don't step on my blue suede shoes
King of Suede
Don't miss out on our giant liquidation sale
Is my size up there
Look for our color catalog in next week's mail
Is my size up there
There's a sale on our double knit slacks today
It's the same old sale as yesterday
Thirty years in the same location I have stayed
There I am, right next door to Willy's Fun Arcade
I got tough competition but I'm not afraid
'Cause it's my destiny to be the King of Suede
King of Suede
King of Suede
King of Suede
I'll always be King of Suede
I'll always be King of Suede
I'll always be King of Suede |
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Lyrics:
We all used to call him Jimmy the Geek
He was a dumb lookin' scrawny little four-eyed freak
He never used to hang around with the guys
He'd just sit in the corner attractin' the flies
He wasn't much to look at
He never was very bright
But at least there was one thing that he could do all right
That boy could dance
That boy could dance, yeah
He was kind of a jerk, he was kind of a bore
But the women would scream when he walked in the door
'Cause one thing I can tell you for sure
That boy could dance
Pickin' teams, he would always be last
He couldn't run very far, he couldn't think very fast
If he was on your side, you'd always lose
That guy had a problem even tyin' his shoes
He never passed a driver's test
He was always afraid of cars
And he had a complexion that resembled the surface of Mars
But that boy could dance
That boy could dance, yeah
Well, his hair was a mess, and his clothes didn't fit
He'd smell pretty bad, and he'd drool just a bit
But you got to admit
Boy, that boy could dance
Now that boy is much older
He got his own dance studio
He got a teeny bopper fan club
Yeah, he got his own TV show
Now he owns half of Montana
They all call him Diamond Jim
And you know I'd do anything if I could be just like him
'Cause that boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance, dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance, yeah
That boy could dance
I said, I said that boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance, dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance
That boy could dance |
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(Parody of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor)
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
The rye or the kaiser
The rye or the kaiser
The rye or the kaiser |
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(Parody of "Highway to Hell" by ACDC)
Lyrics:
Coming this Christmas to a theater near you
The most horrifying film to hit the screen
There's a homicidal maniac who finds a Cub Scout troop
And he hacks up two or three in every scene
Please don't reveal the secret ending to your friends
Don't spoil the big surprise
You won't believe your eyes when you see
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
See severed heads that almost fall right in your lap
See that bloody hatchet coming right at you
No, you'll never see hideous effects like these again
‘Till we bring you "Nature Trail To Hell Part 2"
So bring the kids along, it's good clean family fun
What have you got to lose
If you like the six o'clock news then you'll love
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
(zhiW ezeehC staE nataS)
(sound effect)
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
N-n-n-n-n-n-n-Nature Trail To Hell
Take it away from the Nature Trail To Hell
There's no escape from the Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D
Nature Trail To Hell
In 3-D |
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