The competition was to take on a song Weird Al had parodied, and Wolverine took it on with stride, winning Round 4 and earning a recording.

Bland are the words that they wrote (Just repeat) Think about the lyrics Wonder why it makes you snore And bland are the words that they sang (Now I bleat) Think about this song that made dough Wonder why you hear it no more If you are confused, I don’t know why They wrote the lyrics as easy as pie The words will repeat before the song ends Due to this scheme they have no more friends So bland are the sounds that they make (R E M) Think about your culture Wonder why the 80’s rocked And bland is this tune, for your sake (I hate them) Think about this song that charted Wonder why this chorus I mocked This song was lampooned by our god Weird Al His “Spam”, worthy, and prove it I shall If their words were grades, then “Stand” would be failing Lyrical smiter Writer I’m jailing Bland is this same melody (Kill me please) Dull composition Don’t know why this garnered time And bland like tasteless potatoes (On my knees) Think about the fans that they tricked How did this get trendy, a crime If headaches were coins, then I’d be enriching Every replaying Baying and bitching This song was peaking, Billboard number six That must have gave the Devil his kicks So what (WHAT) Does this mean? The lyrics, insipid North or West, who cares a whit? Now “Spam” (SPAM) Was fitting The OS just repeats the words Never made sense at all Why does the song continue (On and on) What about me standing Looking here or yonder’s cool? I’m sure I will lose sanity (Good sense gone) Listening about falling trees Calling reason, God what a tool Soon ending my depression (This ends soon) Probably not aggression (“to the moon”) Your feet are needing to get you to flee