You take the jock straps
And I’ll take the bra straps 
… Wait…
I’m singing this wrong…
I’m singing this wrong
but I like doing it, so
I’m singing this wrong
I’m singing this wrong,
But it’s really not a song.
Wrong? Song? Sing along!
Wrong? Song? Sing along?
Is this a karaoke
Shake down? Or a joke?
Shake down? Or a joke?
Or maybe just a mistake?
Dude, you be the judge.
“Dude, you be the judge”
“Night Court” casting agent to
Harry Anderson
Harry Anderson,
Truman and Hopkins, oh my!
That’s three great Harrys.
That’s three great Harrys
But where’s the greatest Harry?
That dude Houdini
That dude Houdini
Loved debunking seances
Doyle was not amused
Doyle was not amused
by letters to bring back Holmes.
Just let the man die.
Just let the man die.
Sure, it seems cold-hearted, but
He needed killin’.
-“BB”-
He needed killin’
He nonchalantly scarfed down
The last Oreo
The last Oreo,
The museum’s prize display
Sealed in behind glass.
Sealed in behind glass
It’s the world’s smelliest fart
waiting for a sniff
Waiting for a sniff?
There’s a long line to get to
these lovely roses.
These lovely roses
selected for their large thorns
protect my window
Protect my window,
but not the film Rear Window.
No one attacks it.
No one attacks Itt!
He’s to he’s far too cute and hairy.
Ya-an do do dit.
Ya got nine syllables on your second line, not seven.
In play:
“Ya-an do do dit,”
the old Empress said to me;
I just stared, baffled.
And they don’t even make sense. Damn.