Hi This is "Weird Al" Yankovic and you're listening to the Dr. Demento show
up tight Raise your glasses high tonight Like wine, his spirit has fermented So here's to him, the one who stays demented Don't forget to stay demented
I need Helps me co-exist with the chill You make me sick because I adore you so I love all the dirty tricks And twisted games you play on me Space dementia
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed Till one night he snuck in and said "We're goin
Ella es una demente bailando (Yeah!) De frente facil apodera mi mente (And she's right now) Y se siente..(Arcangel) Dentro de ella algo caliente, pendiente
Hey there! Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand Hey yeah! Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting flames Hea??s weird!
Every step in the night Black hood, evil mind Opened gates many symbols on the ground Circle of fire, blood is all around ! Death's smell in the air Hanging
coming for you We are armed to the teeth Ghost of invincibility We're coming for you We're coming for you We're coming for you Dearly demented The
I see little demons, are they in my head? I see little demons, fighting in my bed Why did I go insane? Oh, doctor kill the pain Screams in the night,
we're not the jet set we're the old Chevrolet set But ain't we got love No, we're not the jet set we're the old Chevrolet set The Prine and DeMent set
I've traveled 'round this country from shore to shining shore It really made me wonder the things I heard and saw I saw the weary farmer plowing sod
When I was a child, I spoke as a child Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris but I'm starin' at
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God I'm born of his Spirit, washed in his blood
Fireflies inside of a mason jar. Acting big behind the wheel of daddy's car. Playing church around the old piano stand, You were quite a preacher and
Ridin' on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of
Standing barefoot on a cold wood floor, Looking out the window of my back door. If it keeps on raining I think the whole damn house is gonna float away
Well, I woke up this morning without you. Don't ask me how but I go t through. The floor of this room I've been pacing; Trying to drown out the sound
Let me walk, blessed Lord, in the way Thou hast gone, Leading straight to the land above; Giving cheer everywhere to the sad and the lone, Fill my way
