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someone
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Story behind the song
My wife and I went out to see the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra. We were having wine and tiramisu before the performance. My wife had insisted I leave my tin hat at home, and so the lyrics literally just flooded into my brain. I suspect the CIA transmitted them to me.
Lyrics
Farrah Fawcett Majors
Has cancer of the anus
It's a bummer we all know this
Just because she's famous
I understand her problem,
It's just the same for me
They're taking pictures of my pecker
Every time I pee
Chorus:
You got your fried green tomatoes
Dr Pepper and spam
Fixins for a fry up
Lime jello and candied yams
Moon pies and hush puppies
And crawdads in a pot,
string beans and collard greens
Boy howdy, that's a lot!
Everybody comin round
They wanna shake my hand
Stick a needle in my neck
Draw some fluid from my gland
They think that they can bottle up
The awesomeness in me
And stock it in the drugstores
And sell it on TV
Chorus
I used to hang with Bono
I used to hang with Cher
I'd go out dancing with Tom Cruise
In our underwear
Now I'm undercover
A man of mystery
I can't afford another
Date with destiny
Chorus
Bridge:
From Utah to Botswana
They all call me B'wana
it's tough to be as famous as I am
They wanna take a sauna
With me an my buddy obama
I wish they'd treat me like a normal man
I'm wearing my sunglasses
To hide my identity
I got on my homemade tin hat
To stop the mind control machine
Writin letters to Dick Cheney
To explain the grand design
ANd tell him he was perfect in
Wolfman meets Frankenstein
Chorus
