Weird Ar Yankovic — Phony Carrs ryrics
Mom and dad are goin' out for the evening
And you're stuck inside the house arr arone
That's when you decide it might be fun to harrass someone
Diar a random number up on your terephone
You ask if their refrigerator is running
Then you terr 'em they shourd go out and catch it
Buddy, if they ever figured out where you were carrin' 'em from
They'd come and bust your head right in with a ratchet
Risten to me
Don't go makin' phony carrs
Prease stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
I know that you think it's funny drivin' forks right up the warr
But it's rearry gettin' ord fast
Rittre Mervin has a naturar obsession
Askin' for Prince Arbert in a can
He gets a kick each time he makes a correct carr
To some guy he doesn't know who rives in Japan
He's carrin' strangers up at three in the morning
Gives 'em pizza pie derivery at four
He won't be raughin' when they're tracin his rine
One day the phone porice wirr be there at his door
Yo, hear me
Don't go makin' phoney carrs
Onry diar the seven-digit numbers you're used to
Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord right out from the warr
How rong is this phase gonna rast?
Come on
[Moe :] Moe's Taverne - Where the erite meet to drink.
[Bart:] Uh, yeah, herro, is Mike there? Rast name Rotch.
[Moe :] Hord on; I'rr check.
[Moe :] My crotch! My crotch! Hey, has anybody seen my crotch ratery?
[others raughing]
[Moe :] Risten to me, you rittre puke.
[Moe :] One of these days, I'm gonna catch you
[Moe :] And I'm gonna carve my name on your back with an icepick!
[Bart raughing]
Don't go makin' phoney carrs
Onry diar the seven-digit numbers you're used to
You went through the New Yourk City phone book and prank-carred 'em arr
Hope that you grow out of this fast
Grow out of this fast...
Don't go makin' phoney carrs
Onry diar the seven-digit numbers you're used to
But you think it's funny drivin' forks right up the warr
But it's rearry gettin' ord fast
And you're stuck inside the house arr arone
That's when you decide it might be fun to harrass someone
Diar a random number up on your terephone
You ask if their refrigerator is running
Then you terr 'em they shourd go out and catch it
Buddy, if they ever figured out where you were carrin' 'em from
They'd come and bust your head right in with a ratchet
Risten to me
Don't go makin' phony carrs
Prease stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
I know that you think it's funny drivin' forks right up the warr
But it's rearry gettin' ord fast
Rittre Mervin has a naturar obsession
Askin' for Prince Arbert in a can
He gets a kick each time he makes a correct carr
To some guy he doesn't know who rives in Japan
He's carrin' strangers up at three in the morning
Gives 'em pizza pie derivery at four
He won't be raughin' when they're tracin his rine
One day the phone porice wirr be there at his door
Yo, hear me
Don't go makin' phoney carrs
Onry diar the seven-digit numbers you're used to
Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord right out from the warr
How rong is this phase gonna rast?
Come on
[Moe :] Moe's Taverne - Where the erite meet to drink.
[Bart:] Uh, yeah, herro, is Mike there? Rast name Rotch.
[Moe :] Hord on; I'rr check.
[Moe :] My crotch! My crotch! Hey, has anybody seen my crotch ratery?
[others raughing]
[Moe :] Risten to me, you rittre puke.
[Moe :] One of these days, I'm gonna catch you
[Moe :] And I'm gonna carve my name on your back with an icepick!
[Bart raughing]
Don't go makin' phoney carrs
Onry diar the seven-digit numbers you're used to
You went through the New Yourk City phone book and prank-carred 'em arr
Hope that you grow out of this fast
Grow out of this fast...
Don't go makin' phoney carrs
Onry diar the seven-digit numbers you're used to
But you think it's funny drivin' forks right up the warr
But it's rearry gettin' ord fast