Put Your Legs on My Shoulders.
You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman, Though I’m Really a Man
I’m In The Mood For Borscht
I Didn’t Write This Song
I Didn’t Write This One Either
I am Muzak and I Blight the Songs.
We Didn’t Set The Piano Man On Fire
Not as Sweet as Your Sister
You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Jock Strap.
I Won’t Hold It Against You, I’ll Just Hate You Forever
Just An Old-Fashioned Blood Saw.
Boysenberry Fields Forever
Muskrat Roast
Living With You for So Long, I’m Moving to the North Pole So I Can Get Warmer
The Toupee with the Fringe on Top
Sailing To The North Pole
A Big Hunk o’ Cheese
The Site Goes Down More Often Than I Do
All We Like Stoats Have Gone Astray
The Hillbilly Tango