Letra de Quite A Man For An Al Fan
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Bargle nawdle zouss and polka!
Give it to me Harvey! Bermu-uda!
Give it to me Harvey! Spa-atula!
Give it to me Harvey! Bermu-uda!
Give it to me Harvey! Spa-atula!
Give it to me Harvey! Yo-o-oda!
And all the girlies say I'm quite a man, for an 'AL" fan!
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, veinte-y-siete.
The music scene is much much too serious today.
The pop stars act too cool, and stuck up for levity.
So when you're sick of songs that are boring and banal,
Just give up on the rest, and devote your life to Al!
I always pick the music shtick
Of my own hero, mister "Weird Al" Yankovic.
He's gonna make me laugh, and then I'll have
To hear some more, follow his tour.
If you think I'm sick, just take a listen quick
And then you'll end up like me, an obsessed lunatic.
And when he starts to sing,
Say "Hey! Hey! Do that "Weird Al" thing!"
Give it to me Harvey! Bermu-uda!
Give it to me Harvey! Spa-atula!
Give it to me Harvey! Yo-o-oda!
And all the girlies say I'm quite a man, for an 'AL" fan!
I've got an Al website, the biggest I believe.
Click on the secret spy cam and see Al flossing his teeth.
My autographs and posters start to pile up and amass.
If you pronounce it "YankoVICH" I'll kick your silly ass!
So come with me, for comedy.
Nobody does it like the king of parody.
He's gonna spoof the hits, play polka bits,
From Bolog-nay, to Bad Hair Day,
Go buy each movie, and every last CD
And on Sunday, you can always turn on Dr. D.
Call your cable company and say "I want my AL TV!"
Now I finished my collection, when I turned 11.
Got tattooed at 13, of the number 27.
If you tell me I've gone crazy, and loco in the head,
I'll step to you and say "I'll be mellow when I'm dead!"
Give it to me Harvey! Bermu-uda!
Give it to me Harvey! Spa-atula!
Give it to me Harvey! Yo-o-oda!
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, viente-y-siete.
New album's mine! I feel sublime!
I'll pay a visit to the biggest ball of twine!
I'm gonna have some fun, and name my son,
After Stanley Spadowski.
Compared to Al I'm a worthless piece of slime,
Only cure is listening to his music all the time.
Wearing my Hawaiian, and mustache and glasses on, and
I'll grab my accordion, and play that Ear Booker ending!
And all the girlies say I'm quite a man, for an 'AL" fan!
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, veinte-y-siete.
The music scene is much much too serious today.
The pop stars act too cool, and stuck up for levity.
So when you're sick of songs that are boring and banal,
Just give up on the rest, and devote your life to Al!
I always pick the music shtick
Of my own hero, mister "Weird Al" Yankovic.
He's gonna make me laugh, and then I'll have
To hear some more, follow his tour.
If you think I'm sick, just take a listen quick
And then you'll end up like me, an obsessed lunatic.
And when he starts to sing,
Say "Hey! Hey! Do that "Weird Al" thing!"
Give it to me Harvey! Bermu-uda!
Give it to me Harvey! Spa-atula!
Give it to me Harvey! Yo-o-oda!
And all the girlies say I'm quite a man, for an 'AL" fan!
I've got an Al website, the biggest I believe.
Click on the secret spy cam and see Al flossing his teeth.
My autographs and posters start to pile up and amass.
If you pronounce it "YankoVICH" I'll kick your silly ass!
So come with me, for comedy.
Nobody does it like the king of parody.
He's gonna spoof the hits, play polka bits,
From Bolog-nay, to Bad Hair Day,
Go buy each movie, and every last CD
And on Sunday, you can always turn on Dr. D.
Call your cable company and say "I want my AL TV!"
Now I finished my collection, when I turned 11.
Got tattooed at 13, of the number 27.
If you tell me I've gone crazy, and loco in the head,
I'll step to you and say "I'll be mellow when I'm dead!"
Give it to me Harvey! Bermu-uda!
Give it to me Harvey! Spa-atula!
Give it to me Harvey! Yo-o-oda!
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, viente-y-siete.
New album's mine! I feel sublime!
I'll pay a visit to the biggest ball of twine!
I'm gonna have some fun, and name my son,
After Stanley Spadowski.
Compared to Al I'm a worthless piece of slime,
Only cure is listening to his music all the time.
Wearing my Hawaiian, and mustache and glasses on, and
I'll grab my accordion, and play that Ear Booker ending!
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