Weird Al Yankovic Lyrics
Weird Al Yankovic Lyrics
"Phony Calls Lyrics"
Lily White And Blood Red Lyrics
The blossoms have opened and we transpire, parting the pedals with thick fingers. Rising like a swarm of insects from the garden. This is devastation in tune. Thousands of bodies with one universal heat beating through the rib
The blossoms have opened and we transpire, parting the pedals with thick fingers. Rising like a swarm of insects from the garden. This is devastation in tune. Thousands of bodies with one universal heat beating through the rib
Mom and dad are goin' out for the evening
And you're stuck inside the house all alone
That's when you decide it might be fun to harrass someone
Dial a random number up on your telephone
You ask if their refrigerator is running
Then you tell 'em they should go out and catch it
Buddy, if they ever figured out where you were callin' 'em from
They'd come and bust your head right in with a ratchet
Listen to me
Don't go makin' phony calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're us
It's About Time Lyrics
Hear that old tune come driftin' down the hall Trying to put a stop to clock on the wall Free flowin' free flown Lord mama how that old thief time carries on Take off your old coat and let down your hair Kick off them boots hon I don't care it's o
ed toHear that old tune come driftin' down the hall Trying to put a stop to clock on the wall Free flowin' free flown Lord mama how that old thief time carries on Take off your old coat and let down your hair Kick off them boots hon I don't care it's o
I know that you think it's funny drivin' folks right up the wall
But it's really gettin' old fast
Little Melvin has a natural obsession
Askin' for Prince Albert in a can
He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call
To some guy he doesn't know who lives in Japan
He's callin' strangers up at three in the morning
Gives 'em pizza pie delivery at four
He won't be laughin' when they're tracin his line
One day the phone police will be there at his door
Yo, hear me
Don't
Holier Lyrics
Holier, much holier than you were before No more Now your purpose, Jesus, flowing in your soul No more Feel complete what a nice retreat to the call No more The wrath of God will serve you well as bodies fall In hate Finding the an
o makin' phony callsHolier, much holier than you were before No more Now your purpose, Jesus, flowing in your soul No more Feel complete what a nice retreat to the call No more The wrath of God will serve you well as bodies fall In hate Finding the an
Only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to
Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord right out from the wall
How long is this phase gonna last?
Come on
Moe : Moe's Taverne - Where the elite meet to drink.
Bart: Uh, yeah, hello, is Mike there? Last name Rotch.
Moe : Hold on; I'll check.
Moe : My crotch! My crotch! Hey, has anybody seen my crotch lately?
(others laughing)
Moe : Listen to me, you little puke.
Moe : One of these days, I'm gonna catch you
Bring her a mushroom cloud trimmed in crazed ire and spite Feed her the decaying heads of humanity as clocks tick till silence
(Bart laughing)
Don't go makin' phony calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
You went through the New York City phone book and prank-called 'em all
Hope that you grow out of this fast
Grow out of this fast...
Don't go makin' phony calls
Only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to
Bet you think it's funny when your drivin' folks right up the wall
But it's really gettin' old fast