"Weird Al" Yankovic - My Bologna Lyric

Oooh, my little hungry one,
Hungry one.
Open up a package of my bologna.
Oooh, I think the toast is done,

The toast is done.
Top it with a little of my bologna.
Never gonna stop,
Eat it up.

Such a tasty snack,
I always eat too much,
And throw up.
But I'll soon be back

For my my my yi yi woo!
M-M-M-My-yi-yi woo!
M-M-M-My bologna.
Spreadin' on the mustard now,

A-show me how.
Spread it on a little of this bologna.
Hopin' that we don't run out,
Don't run out.

If we do, I'm sure that I'll miss bologna.
Never gonna stop,
Eat it up.
Such a tasty snack,

I always eat too much,
And throw up.
But I'll soon be back
For my my my yi yi woo!

M-M-M-My-yi-yi woo!
M-M-M-My bologna.
M-M-M-My bologna, hey.


Goin' to the market now,
Market now.
I'm the city's biggest bologna buyer.
Walkin' down the shopping aisles,

Shopping aisles.
Fillin' up my basket with Oscar Mayer.
Never gonna stop,
Eat it up.

Such a tasty snack,
I always eat too much,
And throw up.
But I'll soon be back

For my my my yi yi woo!
M-M-M-My-yi-yi woo!
M-M-M-My bologna.
M-M-M-My bologna. M-M-M-My bologna. M-M-M-My bologna.

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Stop Draggin' My Car Around Lyric

Had to park my car for just five minutes.
I had to go inside to use the phone.
When I came back again, my car was gone. Well,
I didn't know it was a loading zone.

What a bummer, I as so brought down.
I had to chase that tow truck a over town, yellin'
Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my...
Stop draggin' my car around.
Took my baby to the local disco.

I was jumpin' like a maniac.
But the owner came and pulled me off the floor. Then he,
He took me to his little office in the back.
He said, "I really like your snaggletooth necklace.
Your pants are groovy, and your hair's okay.

But, man, that car of yours is so uncool.
Like wow, I'm sorry, but we towed it away!"
Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my...
Stop draggin' my car around!
Now I'm at home. I'm watchin' "Gilligan's Island."

Guess it's time to trade my old car in.
For twenty dollars and my '64 Plymouth,
Maybe I could get a second-hand Schwinn.
Look out the window, there's a
Tow truck in the driveway.

I grabbed the driver and I asked him why.
He said, "I'm sorry, kid, you're late with the payments.
It's time to kiss your little car goodbye."
Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my...
Stop draggin' my car around!

Stop draggin' my car around.
Listen, the check's in the mail. No, really!
Stop draggin' my car around!
Oh man, I just had the hub caps painted!
Stop draggin' my car around!

Hey! Hey, I left a sandwich in the back seat!
Stop draggin' my car around. Oh... Stop draggin' my car around.

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Happy Birthday Lyric

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
Well it's time to celebrate your birthday,
It happens every year.

We'll eat a lot of broccoli, and drink a lot of beer.
You should be good and happy that there's somethin' you can eat.
A million people every day are starvin' in the street.
Your daddy's in the gutter with the wretched and the poor.

Your mama's in the kitchen with a can of Cycle Four.
There's garbage in the water,
There's poison in the sky.
I guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die!

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
Well, what's the matter, little friend, you think this party is the
pits?

Enjoy it while you can.
We'll soon be blown to bits!
The monkeys in the Pentagon are gonna cook our goose.
Their finger's on the button, all they need is an excuse.

It doesn't take a military genius to see
We'll all be Crispy Critters after World War III.
There's nowhere you can run to,
Nowhere you can hide.

When they drop the big one,
We all get fried.
Come on, boys and girls, sing along, okay?
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
Well, there's a punk in the alley, and he's lookin' for a fight.
There's an Arab on the corner buyin' everything in sight.
There's a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feed.

Seems that everywhere you look today, there's misery and greed.
I guess you know the Earth is gonna crash into the sun,
But that's no reason why we shouldn't have a little fun.
So if you think it's scary, if it's more than you can take,

Just blow out the candles,
And have a piece of cake.
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!

(wow!)
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you!
(Happy Birthday!)

And a pinch to grow an inch!

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Buckingham Blues Lyric

Gonna tell you a story
About Chuck and Diane.
Couple British kids from
The palace at Buckingham.

Chuckie wants to grow up
And be a polo star,
And ride his little horsies
All around the backyard, oh yeah.

You know they really paid their dues.
I said hey, lawdy mama.
They got them Buckingham blues.
Now Chuckie goes hunting,

And leaves Diane alone.
So she fixes her hair,
And she talks on the Princess Phone.
Chuckie's still tryin' to figure out

What his job's supposed to be,
And Diane's the fashion leader
Of the aristocracy.
I said hey, Lady Di,

Tell me where'd you get them shoes? Ah,
Well hey nonny nonny,
Looks like you got them Buckingham blues.
Aw, bein' heir to the throne, well

It must be awful hard.
Gotta pose for pictures
Out on the front yard.
And Lady Di, well,

She must have it pretty rough.
Gotta hang around the house all day,
Makin' babies and stuff.
Another game of croquet,

Then they're off on a Caribbean cruise.
Well hey bop-a-re-bop,
They really got them Buckingham blues.
Ah, tell the truth, now, tell the truth - Wow!

Ah got my mojo workin'! Yeah! Woo! Don't help me now.
Ah, hurt me mama. Whoah! Ahhhhhh-!
They don't serve no Twinkies
With their afternoon tea.

Never had a dinner
Made by Chef Boy-ar-Dee.
Bein' in the spotlight
Is a hard life to choose.

Diane drops half a pound,
It's on the six o'clock news. Ah yeah,
Those kids have really paid their dues.
Aw, what a royal pain it is,

When you got them Buckingham blues.

"Weird Al" Yankovic - I Love Rocky RoadLyric

I hear those Ice cream bells and I start to drool,
Keep a couple Quarts in my locker at school
Yeah, but chocolates 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 won't you go and buy a half 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 truckloads comin' in for me,

All for me, I'm singin'
I love Rocky Road,
So won't you go and buy a half 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 my self 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, singin',
I love Rocky Road,
So won't you go and buy a half gallon baby

I love Rocky Road,
So have another triple scoop with
I love Rocky Road,
So won't you go and buy a half gallon baby

I love rocky Road,
So have another triple scoop with
I love Rocky Road,
So won't you go and buy a half gallon baby

I love Rocky Road,
So have another triple scoop with
I love Rocky Road,
So won't you go and buy a half gallon baby

I love Rocky Road,
So have another triple scoop with me!

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Gotta boogieLyric

Gotta boogie.
Gotta boogie.
Gotta boogie.
Gotta boogie.
I gotta boogie!

(Gotta boogie)
I 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' all right.
I was burnin' up the floor,
Like a disco maniac,
When my woman said,
"Baby, why's your hand behind your 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!
(Oh no)

I can't flick it off!
(Oh no)
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 gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie!
(Gotta boogie, uh huh, he gotta boogie)

Gotta boogie!
(Gotta boogie, uh huh, he gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger,
And I can't shake it off!
(Boogie!)

Gotta boogie.
(Boogie!)
Hey, you wanna boogie?
(No, man, I don't want a boogie!)
Wanna boogie?

(Get that boogie outta 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!

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Ricky Lyric

Hey Lucy, I'm home!
Oh, Ricky, you're so fine,
You're so fine you blow my mind.
Hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky!
Oh, Lucy, you're so fine,
You're so fine you blow my mind.
Hey, Lucy! Hey, Lucy!
Oh, Ricky, you're so fine,
You play your bongos all the time.
Hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky!
Oh, Lucy, you're so fine,
How I love to hear you whine. Hey, Lucy.
Hey, Ricky!
You always play your conga drums.
You think you got the right.
You wake up little Ricky
In the middle of the night.
Stop shakin' your maracas now,
And just turn out the light, Ricky.
I'm sick of Fred and Ethel
Always comin' over here,
'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks
And then he spills his beer.
Why don't you serve your casserole
And make them disappear, Lucy?
Oh, Ricky,
What's a girl like me supposed to do?
You really drive me wild
When you sing your Ba-ba-lu.
Oh, Lucy, you're so dizzy,
Don't you have a clue?
Well, here's to you, Lucy.
I love you too, Lucy, too, Lucy.
Let's Ba-ba-lu, Lucy.
Hey, Ricky!
You're always playin' at the club,
You never let me go.
I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin',
But you always tell me no.
Oh please, honey, please.
Let me be in your show, Ricky. Waaa...
You always burn the roast,
And you drop the dishes too.
You iron my new shirt,
And you burn a hole right through.
You're such a crazy redhead,
I just don't know what to do, Lucy.
Oh, Ricky,
What a pity, don't you understand
That every day's a rerun,
And the laughter's always canned.
Oh, Lucy,
I'm the Latin leader of the band.
So here's to you, Lucy,
Let's Ba-ba-lu, Lucy, do, Lucy...everybody rumba!
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh