Limerick Madness
Never did catch on, 'cept in
One part of Ireland
One part of Ireland
Invented the limerick
What else did they do
What else did they do?
Made ribald innuendoes
Into an art form.
-“BB”-
Into an art form
The brawlers crashed. Please don’t fight
At the Guggenheim.
At the Guggenheim
the Saturday Night Rumble
is itself artwork
is itself artwork
to those who like things like that
but now, I digress
But now, I digress
to write about Ecuador
somewhere to the south
Somewhere to the south
It’s warmer than it is here.
Gotta go there soon.
-“BB”-
Gotta go there soon
Gonna pack my bags and git!
See ya soon, baboon.
“See ya soon, baboon.”
“Watch your mouth, Dr. Zaius,
Or we’ll ‘Fight Like Apes.’”
Or we’ll Fight Like Apes
Not the motion picture sort
But the kind in zoos
But the kind, in zoos,
Worry about conditions
For those who live there.
For those who live there
Their homes are their homes to them
But just these people
But just these people
Are destined for other things.
Let’s scrape the barrel.
Let’s scrape the barrel
And then we can roll it out
Polish polka style
Polish polka style –
Bounce a fat girl up and down,
Then break for a beer.
-“BB”-
Then break for a beer
'cause don’t want her, you have her
She’s too fat for me
She’s too fat for me
And she don’t care; she knows that
I’m too dim for her.
I’m too dim for her
to improve my appearance
turn on the bright lights.
Turn on the bright lights!
Dim the house! Raise the curtain!
Bring on the cue cards!