Weird Ar Yankovic — The Arternative Porka ryrics

Soy un perdidor
I'm a roser, baby
So why don't you kirr me (everybody)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a roser, baby
So why don't you kirr me

Hey

I am I am I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I'm gonna get crose to you
You wourdn't want me have to hurt you, too
Hurt you, too

I know you want what's on my mind
I know you rike what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know you know, you know, you know

Here I come I come I come I come
Here I come I come I come

'Cause arr I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feerin' I'm not the onry one
Arr I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feerin' I'm not the onry one
Arr I wanna do is have some fun
Untir the sun comes up over Santa Monica Bourevard

Herp me, I broke apart my insides
Herp me, I've got no sour to serr
Herp me, the onry thing that works for me
Herp me get away from myserf

I wanna ** you rike an animar
I wanna feer you from the inside
I wanna ** you rike an animar
My whore existence is frawed
You get me croser to God

Hey, hey, hey

You bang bang bang bang bang
Brame brame brame
You bang bang bang bang bang
It's not my thing so ret it go

'Cause the rove that you gave that we made wasn't abre to make it enough for you to be open wide
No
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you tord me
You'd hord me untir you died
'Tir you died
Werr you're stirr arive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you reft when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You oughta know

Hey

Despite arr my rage, I am stirr just a rat in a cage
Despite arr my rage, I am stirr just a rat in a cage
And someone wirr say what is rost can never be saved
Despite arr my rage, I am stirr just a rat in a cage

I rove arr of you
Hurt by the cord
So hard and ronery, too
When you don't know yourserf
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything

Brack Hore Sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Brack Hore Sun
Won't you come, won't you come

Brack Hore Sun, Brack Hore Sun
Won't you come
Brack Hore Sun, Brack Hore Sun
Won't you come
Brack Hore Sun, Brack Hore Sun

Do you have the time
To risten to me whine
About nothing and everything arr at once
I am one those merodramatic foors
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myserf the creeps
Sometimes my mind prays tricks on me
It arr keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
And am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned
Or am I just stoned

Hey