Weird! (Al)...

a weird al groupie

Is it true his dad was the famous polka king?

Polka King Frank Yankovich

I presonally prefer, Al, of course . . .

Like a surgeon
Cuttin' for the very first time
Like a sur-ur-ur-geon . . .

Never knew Yankovich to be a Madonna fan.

Well, that seems to clear things up ...

Well, atleast he's got something to throw in his next song.
That guy is a riot. My son got one of his CD's recently and even though I only thought one of the songs was really funny, it was worth the price of the CD.

I'm listening to Dr. Demento right now, and of course, Weird Al is a huge part of his progam . . .


And another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
And another gets on
And another gets on
Another one rides the bus . . .

Frank Yankovich is the guy in the lower right of that photo, and of course, Weird Al is the King of the Rock Accordian. Compare that to Region's photo and i think you can see the resemblance, père et fils . . .

This one is hysterical, from his Poodle Hat album, Heehee!



Weird Al Yankovic
» A Complicated Song

Uh huh ... extra cheese
Uh huh, uh huh ... save a piece for me

Pizza party at your house
I went just to check it out
Nineteen extra larges
What a shame
No one came

Just us eatin' all alone
You said, "Take the pizza home"
"No sense lettin' all this go to waste"
So then I faced

Pizza all day
And every day
This cheese 'round the clock
Is gettin' me blocked
And I sure don't care
For irregularity

Tell me
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated
In the bathroom ... I sit and I wait and I strain
And I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated?
No no no

I was feelin' pretty down
'Till my girlfriend came around
We're just so alike in every way
I gotta say

In fact, I just thought I might
Pop the question there that night
I was kissing her so tenderly
But woe is me

Who would have guessed
Her family crest
I'd suddely spy
Tattooed on her thigh
And son-of-a-gun
It's just like the one on me

Tell me
How was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have dated
What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose
And get hitched and have kids with eleven toes
And move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated?
No no no no no no no
No no no no no no no
No no no no no

I had so much on my mind
I thought maybe I'd unwind
Try out that new roller coaster ride
And the guide

Said not to stand
But that's a demand
That I couldn't meet
I got on my feet
And stood up instead
And knocked off my head, you see

Tell me
Why'd I have to go and get myself decapitated?
This really is a major inconvenience, oh man, I really hate it
Such a drag, now ... Can't eat, I can't breathe, I can't snore
I can't belch or yodel anymore
Can't spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated

Oh no
Why'd I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah, yeah)
I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated
What a bummer
Can't blink, I can't cough, I can't sneeeze
But my neck is enjoyin' a pleasant breeze now
Haven't been the same since my head and I were separated
No no no