Busted Music Videos

Weird Al Yankovic - Smells Like Nirvana - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Smells Like Nirvana - Lyrics

What is this song all about?
Can’t figure any lyrics out
How do the words to it go?
I wish you’d tell me, I don’t know
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no!
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know…

Now I’m mumblin’ and I’m screamin’
And I don’t know what I’m singin’
Crank the volume, ears are bleedin’
I still don’t know what I’m singin’
We’re so loud and incoherent
Boy, this oughta bug your parents
Yeah!

*belch*

poing!

It’s unintelligible
I just can’t get it through my skull
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss
with all these marbles in my mouth
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no!
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know…

Well, we don’t sound like Madonna
Here we are now, we’re Nirvana
Sing distinctly? We don’t wanna
Buy our album, we’re Nirvana
A garage band from Seattle
Well it sure beats raisin’ cattle
Yeah!

moo..

baa…

And I forgot the next verse
Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse
The lyric sheet’s so hard to find
What are the words, oh nevermind
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no!
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know…

Well, I’m yellin’ and we’re playin’
But I don’t know what I’m sayin’
What’s the message I’m conveyin’?
Can you tell me what I’m sayin’?
So have you got some idea?
Didn’t think so
Well, I’ll see ya
Sayonara, sayonawa
Ayonawa, hodinawa
Odinaya, yodinaya
Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah
Ayiyaaaaaah!

Weird Al Yankovic - Bohemian Polka - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Bohemian Polka - Lyrics

Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
‘Cause I’m easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me
To me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a mam
Scaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very, very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo figaro - Magnifico… Hey! Hey! Hey!
I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Will not let you go - let him go
Will not let you go - let him go
No, no, no, no, no no no no no!

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me
For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby - Can’t do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows - Hey!

Weird Al Yankovic - Training with Yoda - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Training with Yoda - Lyrics

A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn’t thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That’s where we found this boy…

Oh my my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”

Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn’t even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he’s just nine and she’s fourteen
Yah, he’s probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I’ve heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it’s true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin’ ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy

We started singin’ …
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”

Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interview the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said “Now listen here”
“Just stick it in your pointy ear”
“I still will teach this boy”

He was singin’ …
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”

We caught a ride back to Naboo
‘Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would’ve liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn’t long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin’
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he’s toast
Well, I’m still here and he’s a ghost
I guess I’ll train this boy

And I was singin’ …
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”

We were singin’ …
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”

Weird Al Yankovic - The Night Santa Went Crazy - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - The Night Santa Went Crazy - Lyrics

Down in the workshop all the elves were makin’ toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared ‘em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
“Merry Christmas to all - now you’re all gonna die!”

The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he’d been gettin’ a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you’ll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, “It tastes just like chicken!”

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can’t hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin’ in reindeer guts

There’s the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There’s a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin’ ’round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin’, the body count’s risin’
And everyone’s dyin’ to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes, Virginia, now Santa’s doin’ time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don’t you cry no more tears
He’ll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen’s in therapy and Donner’s still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she’s on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They’re talkin’ bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin’ gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he’s gettin’ a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped… in his brain

Weird Al Yankovic - Bob - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Bob - Lyrics

I, man, am regal - a German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I’m Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?

Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see god?
“Do nine men interpret?” “Nine men,” I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won’t lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa’s a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?

Ah, Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No “x” in “Nixon”
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
“Naomi,” I moan
“A Toyota’s a Toyota”
A dog, a panic in a pagoda

Oh no! Don Ho!
Nurse, I spy gypsies - run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog

Weird Al Yankovic - Ebay - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Ebay - Lyrics

A used … pink bathrobe
A rare … mint snowglobe
A Smurf … TV tray
I bought on eBay

My house … is filled with this crap
Shows up in bubble wrap
Most every day
What I bought on eBay

Tell me why (I need another pet rock)
Tell me why (I got that Alf alarm clock)
Tell me why (I bid on Shatner’s old toupee)
They had it on eBay

I’ll buy … your knick-knack
Just check … my feedback
“A++!” they all say
They love me on eBay

Gonna buy (a slightly-damaged golf bag)
Gonna buy (some Beanie Babies, new with tag)
(From some guy) I’ve never met in Norway
Found him on eBay

I am the type who is liable to snipe you
With two seconds left to go, whoa
Got Paypal or Visa, what ever’ll please ya
As long as I’ve got the dough

I’ll buy … your tchotchkes
Sell me … your watch, please
I’ll buy (I’ll buy, I’ll buy, I’ll buy …)
I’m highest bidder now

(Junk keeps arriving in the mail)
(From that worldwide garage sale) (Dukes Of Hazard ashtray)
(Hey! A Dukes Of Hazard ashtray)
Oh yeah … (I bought it on eBay)

Wanna buy (a PacMan Fever lunchbox)
Wanna buy (a case of vintage tube socks)
Wanna buy (a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre)
(Found it on eBay)

Wanna buy (that Farrah Fawcet poster)
(Pez dispensers and a toaster)
(Don’t know why … the kind of stuff you’d throw away)
(I’ll buy on eBay)

What I bought on eBay-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

Weird Al Yankovic - Like a Surgeon - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Like a Surgeon - Lyrics

I finally made it through med school
Somehow I made it through
I’m just an intern
I still make a mistake or two

I was last in my class
Barely passsed at the institute
Now I’m trying to avoid, yah I’m trying to avoid
A malpractise suit

Hey, like a surgeon
Cuttin’ for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Organ transplants are my line

Better give me all your gause nurse
This patient’s fading fast
Complications have set in
Don’t know how long he’ll last

Let me see, that I.V.
Here we go - time to operate
I’ll pull his indsides out, pull his insides out
And see what he ate

Like a surgeon, hey
Cuttin’ for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Here’s a waiver for you to sign

Woe, woe, woe

It’s a fact - I’m a quack
The disgrace of the A.M.A.
‘Cause my patients die, yah my patients die
Before they can pay

Like a surgeon, hey
Cuttin’ for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Got your kidneys on my mind

Like a surgeon, ooh like a surgeon
When I reach inside
With my scalpel, and my forceps, and retractors
Oh oh, oh oh, woe, oh

Ooh baby, yah
I can hear your heartbeat
For the very last time

Weird Al Yankovic - Fat - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Fat - Lyrics

Your butt is wide, well mine is too
Just watch your mouth or I’ll sit on you
The word is out, better treat me right
‘Cause I’m the king of cellulite
Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right

My zippers bust, my buckles break
I’m too much man for you to take
The pavement cracks when I fall down
I’ve got more chins than Chinatown

Well, I’ve never used a phone booth
And I’ve never seen my toes
When I’m goin’ to the movies
I take up seven rows

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, come on you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who’s fat

When I walk out to get my mail
It measures on the Richter scale
Down at the beach I’m a lucky man
I’m the only one who gets a tan
If I have one more pie a la mode
I’m gonna need my own zip code

When you’re only having seconds
I’m having twenty-thirds
When I go to get my shoes shined
I gotta take their word

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds
Lemme tell you once again who’s fat

If you see me comin’ your way
Better give me plenty space
If I tell you that I’m hungry
Then won’t you feed my face

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Woo woo woo, when I sit around the house
I really sit around the house

You know I’m fat, I’m fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know, you know, you know, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And you know all by myself I’m a crowd
Lemme tell you once again

You know I’m huge, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, you know, hoo
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And the whole world knows I’m fat and I’m proud
Just tell me once again who’s fat

Weird Al Yankovic - Polkarama - Music Video

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Weird Al Yankovic - Polkarama - Lyrics

[Chicken Dance]

Let’s get it started (ha)
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started (ha)
Let’s get it started in here
Let’s get it started (ha)
Let’s get it started in here

And the base keeps runnin’ runnin’
And runnin’ runnin’
And runnin’ runnin’
And runnin’ runnin’

I say don’t you know
You say you don’t go
I say… take me out!

I say you don’t show
Don’t move, time is slow
I say [gunshot] take me out!

Beverly Hills - That’s where I want to be! (gimme, gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills - Rolling like a celebrity! (gimme, gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you’d understand

[Accordion Solo]

And we’ll all float on ok
And we’ll all float on alright
Already we’ll all float on
Now don’t you worry we’ll all float on
Alright…

Feel good
Feel good
Feel good

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Dont cha?
Dont cha?

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Dont cha?
Dont cha? Dont cha? Dont cha?

Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It’s not confidential
Well, I’ve got potential
A rushin’ and rushin’ around

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I’ll take you to the candy shop
I’ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ‘head girl, don’t you stop
Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)

We’ll take you to the candy shop (yeah)
Boy one taste of what we got (un’huh)
We’ll have you spending all you got (come on)
Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)

When the pimp’s in the crib ma
Drop it like it’s hot
Drop it like it’s hot
Drop it like it’s hot

When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it’s hot
Park it like it’s hot

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?
All the gal pon the dancefloor wantin’ some more what
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up!

She take my money (she take my money)
When I’m in need (when I’m in need)
Yea she’s a triflin’ friend indeed (friend indeed)
Oh she’s a gold digga way over town (way over town)
That digs on me

Hey! Hey!

Now I aint sayin she’s a gold digger
But she aint messin wit’ no broke broke
Now I aint sayin she’s a gold digger
But she ain’t messin wit’ no broke broke

Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go head

But I ain’t sayin’ she’s a
Gold gold digger (gold gold)
Gold gold digger (gold gold)
Gold gold digger (gold gold)
Hey!

Weird Al Yankovic - Amish Paradise - Music Video

Weird Al Yankovic - Amish Paradise - Lyrics

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But that’s just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows… fool
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I’ve churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It’s hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don’t care, in fact I wish him well
‘Cause I’ll be laughing my head off when he’s burning in hell
But I ain’t never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a ‘tude? You know that’s unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree, I really look good in black…fool
If you come to visit, you’ll be bored to tears
We haven’t even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain’t really quaint, so please don’t point and stare
We’re just technologically impaired

There’s no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Caruso
It’s as primitive as can be

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don’t fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise

Hitchin’ up the buggy, churnin’ lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I’ll raise anoder
Think you’re really righteous? Think you’re pure in heart?
Well, I know I’m a million times as humble as thou art
I’m the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin’ points for the afterlife
So don’t be vain and don’t be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you’d probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise