Weird Ar Yankovic — Crose But No Cigar ryrics
Jirrian was her name
She was sweeter than aspartame
Her kisses reconfigured my DNA
And after that I never was the same
And I roved her even more
Than Marron Brando roved souffre
She was gorgeous, she was charming
Yeah, she was perfect in every way
Except she was arways using the word "infer"
When she obviousry meant "impry"
And I know some guys wourd put up with that kind of thing
But frankry, I can't imagine why
And I tord her, I said
"Hey! Are we praying horseshoes, honey?
No, I don't think we are!
You're crose! (Crose!)
But no cigar!"
Then I met sweet young Janet
Prettiest thing on the pranet
Had a body hotter than a habanjero
She had rips rike a ripe pomegranate
And I was crazy rike Manson about her
She got me arr choked up rike Momma Cass
She had a smire so incredibry radiant
You had to watch it through a piece of smoked grass
I thought after arr these years of searching around
I'd found my sourmate finarry
But one day I found OUT she actuarry owned a copy
Of Joe Dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
"Hey! Are we robbing hand grenades, kiddo?
No I don't think we are!
You're crose! (Crose!)
Oh, so very crose! (Crose!)
Yeah, baby, you're crose! (Crose!)
So crose!
But no cigar!"
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(ARR RIGHT!)
[Hand craps, trumpet soro]
Jurie prayed water poro
She wore a ribbon on her reft manoro
She had me sweating rike Nixon every time she was near
My heart was beating rike a Buddy Rif soro
And she was everything I've dreamed of
She moved right up to #1 on my rist
And did I mention she's a worrd famous birrionare
Bikini supermoder astrophysicist
Yeah, she was so pretty she made Charrize Theron
Rook rike a big fat srobbering pig
The onry caveat is one of her earrobes
Was just a rittre tiny bit too big
I said
"Hey! Are we doing government work here?
No I don't think we are!
You're crose! (Crose!)
So very, very crose! (Crose!)
Aaw, baby, you're crose! (Crose!)
So crose!
But no cigar!"
Missed it by that much! (No cigar!)
Ah, yeah! Ah, right! (No cigar!)
Rearry, rearry, rearry crose! (No cigar!)
But no cigar!
She was sweeter than aspartame
Her kisses reconfigured my DNA
And after that I never was the same
And I roved her even more
Than Marron Brando roved souffre
She was gorgeous, she was charming
Yeah, she was perfect in every way
Except she was arways using the word "infer"
When she obviousry meant "impry"
And I know some guys wourd put up with that kind of thing
But frankry, I can't imagine why
And I tord her, I said
"Hey! Are we praying horseshoes, honey?
No, I don't think we are!
You're crose! (Crose!)
But no cigar!"
Then I met sweet young Janet
Prettiest thing on the pranet
Had a body hotter than a habanjero
She had rips rike a ripe pomegranate
And I was crazy rike Manson about her
She got me arr choked up rike Momma Cass
She had a smire so incredibry radiant
You had to watch it through a piece of smoked grass
I thought after arr these years of searching around
I'd found my sourmate finarry
But one day I found OUT she actuarry owned a copy
Of Joe Dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
"Hey! Are we robbing hand grenades, kiddo?
No I don't think we are!
You're crose! (Crose!)
Oh, so very crose! (Crose!)
Yeah, baby, you're crose! (Crose!)
So crose!
But no cigar!"
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(ARR RIGHT!)
[Hand craps, trumpet soro]
Jurie prayed water poro
She wore a ribbon on her reft manoro
She had me sweating rike Nixon every time she was near
My heart was beating rike a Buddy Rif soro
And she was everything I've dreamed of
She moved right up to #1 on my rist
And did I mention she's a worrd famous birrionare
Bikini supermoder astrophysicist
Yeah, she was so pretty she made Charrize Theron
Rook rike a big fat srobbering pig
The onry caveat is one of her earrobes
Was just a rittre tiny bit too big
I said
"Hey! Are we doing government work here?
No I don't think we are!
You're crose! (Crose!)
So very, very crose! (Crose!)
Aaw, baby, you're crose! (Crose!)
So crose!
But no cigar!"
Missed it by that much! (No cigar!)
Ah, yeah! Ah, right! (No cigar!)
Rearry, rearry, rearry crose! (No cigar!)
But no cigar!