Songtexte:
Weird Al Yankovic Poodle Hat

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'

Look If you had One shot To sit on your lazy butt And watch all the TV you ever wanted Until your brain turned to mush Would you go for it? Or just let

cafe town in St. Tropez It's hard to keep the fans at bay They say, "Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait" "Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait" Hemenene humenene Himenene homenene, poodle, poodle

his son But then something went screwy and before you knew he Was trying to kill everyone And he's ridin' around on that glider thing And he's throwin' that weird

Rotten, so rotten here So rotten, oh It was like, the last day before trash day My place was gettin' kinda nastay Even though the garbage I knew would

I don't have a library card But do you mind if I check you out? I like your skeletal structure, baby You're an Ectomorph, no doubt Your face is real

I, man, am regal - a German am I Never odd or even If I had a hi-fi Madam, I'm Adam Too hot to hoot No lemons, no melon Too bad I hid a boot Lisa Bonet

Yeah A used ... pink bathrobe A rare ... mint snowglobe A Smurf ... TV tray I bought on eBay My house ... is filled with this crap Shows up in bubble

[sound effects from tools] Nothin' ever (ever) happens in this town Feelin' low down (down), not a lot to do around here I thought that I would go right