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Here are the actual song lyrics. |
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Note: lyrics in italics denote lyrics that were sung. |
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Lyrics: |
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Way back when i was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from jerry' s bait shop |
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You know the place |
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Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy |
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Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning |
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My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast |
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Awww big bowl of sauerkraut |
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Every single mornin |
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It wa driving me crazy |
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I said to my mom |
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I said ' hey, mom, what' s with all the sauerkraut?' |
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And my dear, sweet mother |
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She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train |
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And she leaned right down next to me |
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And she said ' it' s good for you' |
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And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth |
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And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until i was twenty six and a half years old |
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That' s when i swore that someday |
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Someday i would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place |
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Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer |
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And the towels are oh so fluffy |
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Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long |
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And anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel |
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Wacka wacka doodoo yeah |
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Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn' t long at all before my dream came true |
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Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest |
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To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in leonard nimoy' s butt |
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I was off by three, but i still won the grand prize |
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That' s right, a first class oneway ticket to |
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Albuquerque |
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Albuquerque |
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Oh yeah |
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You know, i' d never been on a real airplane before |
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And i gotta tell ya, it was really great |
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Except that i had to sit between two large albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor |
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And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time |
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The flight attendants ran out of dr. pepper and salted peanuts |
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And the inflight movie was biodome with pauly shore |
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And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out |
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And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside |
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And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died |
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Except for me |
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You know why? |
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' cause i had my tray table up |
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And my seat back in the full upright position |
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Had my tray table up |
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And my seat back in the full upright position |
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Had my tray table up |
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And my seat back in the full upright position |
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Ah ha ha ha |
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Ah ha ha |
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Ahhhh |
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So i crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage |
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I crawled on my hands and kneew for three full days |
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Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag |
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And my tenor saxophone and my twelvepound bowling ball |
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And my lucky, lucky autographed glowinthedark snorkel |
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But finally i arived at the world famous albuquerque holiday inn |
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Where the towels are oh so fluffy |
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And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna |
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It' s ok, they' re clean |
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Well, i checked into my room and i turned down the a c |
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And i turned on the spectravision |
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And i' m just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow |
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That i love so very, very much when suddenly, there' s a knock on the door |
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Well now, who could that be? |
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I say ' who is it?' |
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No answer |
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' who is it?' |
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There' s no answer |
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' who is it?' |
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They' re not sayin' anything |
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So, finally i go over and i open the door and just as i suspected |
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It' s some big fat hermaphrodite with a flockofseagulls haircut and only one nostril |
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Oh man, i hate it when i' m right |
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So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel |
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And i' m like ' hey, you can' t have that' |
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' that snorkel' s been just like a snorkel to me' |
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And he' s like ' tough' |
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And i' m like ' give it' |
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And he' s like ' make me' |
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And i' m like '' kay' |
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So i grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus |
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And i bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows |
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And i took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation |
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Yes indeed, you better believe it |
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And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook |
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And twenty seconds later, i heard a farmiliar voice |
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And you know what it said? |
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I' ll tell you what it said |
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It said |
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' if you' d like to make a call, please hang up and try again' |
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' if you need help, hang up and then dial your operator' |
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' if you' d like to make a call, please hang up and try again' |
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' if you need help, hang up and then dial your operator' |
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In albuquerque |
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Albuquerque |
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Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel |
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But i made a a solemn vow right then and there that i would not rest |
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I would not sleep for an instant until the onenostrilled man was brought to justice |
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But first, i decided to buy some donuts |
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So i got in my car and i drove over to the donut shop |
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And i walked on up to the guy behind the counter |
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And he says ' yeah, what do ya want?' |
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I said ' you got any glazed donuts?' |
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He said ' no, we' re outta glazed donuts' |
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I said ' you got any jelly donuts?' |
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He said ' no, we' re outta jelly donuts' |
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I said ' you got any bavarian creamfilled donuts?' |
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He said ' no, we' re outta bavarian creamfilled donuts' |
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I said ' you got any cinnamon rolls?' |
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He said ' no, we' re outta cinnamon rolls' |
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I said ' you got any apple fritters?' |
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He said ' no, we' re outta apple fritters' |
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I said ' you got any bear claws?' |
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He said ' wait a minute, i' ll go check' |
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' no, we' re outta bear claws' |
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I said ' well, in that case in that case, what do you have?' |
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He says ' all i got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels' |
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I said ' ok, i' ll take that' |
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So he hands me the box and i open up the lid and the weasels jump out |
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And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over |
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rabid gnawing sounds |
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Oh man, they were just going nuts |
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They were tearin' me apart |
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You know, i think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head' |
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I believe it went a little something like this . . . |
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Doh |
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Get ' em off me |
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Get ' em off me |
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Oh |
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No, get ' em off, get ' em off |
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Oh, oh god, oh god |
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Oh, get ' em off me |
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Oh, oh god |
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Ah, more screaming |
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I ran out into the street with these flesheating weasels all over my face |
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Wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' |
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Like a constipated weiner dog |
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And as luck wouls have it, that' s exactly when i ran into the girl of my dreams |
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Her name was zelda |
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She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches |
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I' ll never forget the first thing she said to me. |
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She said ' hey, you' ve got weasels on your face' |
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That' s when i knew it was true love |
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We were inseperable after that |
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Aw, we ate together, we bathed together |
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We even shared the same piece of mintflavored dental floss |
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The world was our burrito |
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So we got married and we bought us a house |
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And had two beautiful children nathaniel and superfly |
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Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah |
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But then one fateful night, zelda said to me |
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She said ' sweetie pumpkin? do you wanna join the columbia record club?' |
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I said ' woah, hold on now, baby' |
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' i' m just not ready for that kinda commitment' |
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So we broke up and i never saw her again |
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But that' s just the way things go |
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In albuquerque |
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Albuquerque |
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Anyway, things really started lookin' upi for me |
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Because about a week later, i finally achieved my lifelong dream |
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That' s right, i got me a parttime job at the sizzler |
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I even made employee of the month after i put that grease fire out with my face |
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Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that |
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I was gettin' a lot of attitude |
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Ok, like one time, i was out in the parking lot |
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Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil |
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When i see this guy marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself |
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So i, i say to him, i say ' hey, you want me to help you with that?' |
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And marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes |
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' no, i want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw' |
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So i did |
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And then he gets all indignant on me |
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He' s like ' hey man, i was just being sarcastic' |
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Well, that' s just great |
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How was i supposed to know that? |
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I' m not a mind reader for cryin' out loud |
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Besides, now he' s got a really cute nickname torsoboy |
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So what' s he complaining about? |
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Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote |
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This guy comes up to me on the street and says he hasn' t had a bit in three days |
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Well, i knew what he meant |
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But just to be funny, i took a big bite out of his jugular vein |
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And he' s yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over |
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And i' m like ' hey, come on, don' tcha get it?' |
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But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming |
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screaming sounds |
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You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation |
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Man, some people just can' t take a joke, you know? |
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Anyway, um, um, where was i? |
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Kinda lost my train of thought |
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Uh, well, uh, ok |
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Anyway i, i know it' s kinda been a roundabout way of saying it |
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But i guess the whole point i' m tryin' to make here is |
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I hate sauerkraut |
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That' s all i' m really tryin' to say |
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And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up |
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And find yourself in an existential quandry |
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Full of loathing and selfdoubt |
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And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence |
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At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that |
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Somewhere out there in this crazy mixedup universe of ours |
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There' s still a little place called |
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Albuquerque |
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Albuquerque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque |
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I said ' a' a |
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' l' l |
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' b' b |
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' u' u |
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' querque' querque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque |
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Albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque, albuquerque |
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Albuquerque |
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belch |
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Here are the lyrics from the album booklet. |
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Note: the following lyrics are type exactly as they appear in the booklet. |
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Lyrics: |
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Way back when i was just a little bitty boy |
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Living in a box under the stairs in a corner of |
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The basement of the house half a block down |
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The street from jerr' s bait shop... you know |
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The place... well anyway, back then life was |
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Going swell and everything was juuuuust |
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Peachy... except of course for the undeniable |
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Fact that every single morning my mother |
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Would . . . you know what? the rest of these lyrics |
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Aren' t gonna fit on here. there' s just no room |
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Left. what a drag, huh? i guess we didn' t plan |
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This out very well . . . probably should' ve used a |
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Smaller font or a bigger piece of paper or some |
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Thing. sorry. we all feel just horrible about this. |
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Well, i guess you' ll just have to listen really carefully |
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And try to figure out the words for yourself. |
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Good luck. |