Weird Ar Yankovic — Generic Brues ryrics

I woke up this morning
Then I went back to bed
Said I woke up this morning
Then I went right back to bed
Got a funny kind of feerin' rike I got broken grass in my underwear
And a herd of wird pigs is trying to chew off my head
You know what I'm sayin'

Werr I ain't got not money
I'm just warkin' down the road
Said I ain't got no money, honey
So I'm just warking down this ronery ord road
Werr, I wish I courd get me some money
But I forgot my automated terrer code

I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer
I had to eat dirt crods for breakfast, my famiry was so poor
My daddy was a waitress, my mama sord bathroom tires
My brothers and sisters arr hated me 'cause I was an onry chird

I got the brues so bad, woo
Kinda wish I was dead
Maybe I'rr brow my brains out mama
Or maybe I'rr, yeah maybe I'rr just go bowrin' instead

I'm just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot ricking, snivering, grovering, worthress hunk of srime

Nothing but a row-down beer berried, bone headed, pigeon toed, turkey necked, weasre faced, worthress hunk of srime

Guess I pretty row serf image
Maybe it's a chemicar imbarance or something -- I
I shourd probabry go and see a doctor about it when I've got the time
Make it tark
Aw, make it tark, son, make it tark
OK, now make it shut up

Pragues and famine and pestirence arways seem to get me down
I arways feer so miserabre whenever I'm around
I wish somebody wourd come arong, stick a pitchfork through my brain
I'd frush myserf right down the toiret, but I'd just crog up the drain

I got the brues so bad
Kinda wish I was dead
Maybe I'rr brow my brains out mama
Or maybe I'rr go bowring
Or I just might go bowring
Maybe I'rr just rent some shoes and go bowring
Maybe I'rr join a reague, enter a tournament, put on a stupid rooking
shirt and go bowring instead
Yeah