The Singing


 * The day might be gray
 * But you can chase all your troubles away
 * When you're singing!
 * Huh?
 * Huh?


 * So things may seem blue,
 * But what does that matter to you
 * When you're singing!
 * Hey, don't you ever knock?
 * Hey, don't you ever knock?


 * You're too loud, keep it down,
 * Or you'll wake everybody in town
 * With your singing!


 * Aww!
 * You look rough and half dead
 * Did you get out the wrong side of bed?
 * Let's keep singing—
 * Aah!
 * I've been ripped from the wall
 * But it feels like no trouble at all
 * 'Cause I'm singing!
 * My wife hates my guts
 * And my neighbors are driving me nuts
 * But I'm singing— oof!
 * I'm tired, underpaid
 * My hair prematurely grayed
 * But I'm singing!
 * I'm tired, underpaid
 * My hair prematurely grayed
 * But I'm singing!


 * A bird stole my shoes
 * I thought I had nothing to lose
 * Still I'm singing! Hey!
 * My fifth all-night shift
 * My mind is startling to bamboo
 * But I'm singing!
 * My face looks a state
 * Though I've only just turned twenty-eight
 * Still I'm singing!
 * My head's up in space
 * I've got aeroplanes stuck in my face
 * But I'm singing!
 * These kids are all brats
 * And the school is infested with rats
 * Still I'm singing!
 * Hmm?
 * Aah!
 * And the school is infested with rats
 * Still I'm singing!
 * Hmm?
 * Aah!
 * Aah!
 * Aah!


 * My life's on the skids
 * Got a hundred seventy kids
 * Still I'm singing!
 * I say, old horse, it's really rather not on to make such a mess. 'Tis high time somebody taught you ruffians some manners, although I fear I must address you hoodlums in a matter you'll understand. I believe it is known in common parlance as rap music.
 * I say, old horse, it's really rather not on to make such a mess. 'Tis high time somebody taught you ruffians some manners, although I fear I must address you hoodlums in a matter you'll understand. I believe it is known in common parlance as rap music.

Billy Parham in Your House

 * Billy Parham in your house
 * Turn me up but not too loud
 * For fear of disturbing someone
 * Enunciating to the masses, mm-hmm.
 * Enunciating to the masses, mm-hmm.


 * I'm here to tell you of the relevance of etiquette
 * 'Tis quite important, though I fear you might not get it yet


 * Feet on the seats
 * I'm sure I don't approve
 * Hold the door for the ladies
 * When they go through


 * Wipe your feet
 * When you're entering a neighbor's house
 * And when he chews,
 * A gentleman will always close his mouth
 * Close his mouth, close his mouth


 * The speed a virus spreads is beyond belief
 * When you sneeze, please be sure to use a handkerchief
 * Handkerchief
 * A handkerchief, a handkerchief, a handkerchief, a handkerchief, a handkerchief, a handkerchief...
 * Sad when a kid lets himself go like that, am I right?
 * A handkerchief...
 * Dude, I'm just a background character. I'm not supposed to say anything. I don't even have a name.
 * But everyone has a song, even unimportant background characters.
 * Maybe I do. You see... If I told you my l—
 * Eww, gross! Oh, someone should clean this up.
 * Eww, gross! Oh, someone should clean this up.
 * Eww, gross! Oh, someone should clean this up.

Filth, Filth, All Around

 * Filth, filth, all around
 * In the air and on the ground
 * Grime, grime, everywhere
 * In your mouth and in your hair
 * In your mouth and in your hair


 * But can't you see
 * This world's unclean
 * They say brush twice a day
 * I think that's not enough


 * Oh, can't you see
 * All this disease
 * The smell of sweaty feet
 * Makes me throw up
 * Filth, filth—
 * All around, in the air and on the ground...
 * That is the worst case of J-pop I've ever seen.
 * Is it contagious?
 * Absolutely not.
 * I'm sorry, sir. I cannot in good conscience sell you a meal with that many calories. You might as well strap a hose a hose to your face and pump a hundred pounds of hot lard directly down your throat.
 * Sure, I'll take one of those too.
 * Sir, so much unhealthy food is seriously dangerous for you.
 * Larry, let me tell you something about how I like my food.
 * Yeah, is there any way we could skip this, sir—
 * Larry, let me tell you something about how I like my food.
 * Yeah, is there any way we could skip this, sir—

I Prefer All My Food Fried

 * Maybe you didn't hear me
 * 'Cause I've, uh, got a line forming behind you.
 * When I asked for all those fries...
 * I assure you, I spoke clearly
 * I said yes to super-sized
 * Spicy wings and some onion rings
 * With chicken nuggets on the side
 * Nuggets on the side...
 * I prefer all my food fried,
 * I prefer all my food fried!
 * Fine, fine, just please stop singing! Here's your bucket, sir. Have a nice day.
 * Ahh, I can feel my arteries hardening already!
 * Huh? That's probably a bad sign.
 * That's definitely a bad sign.
 * Huh? That's probably a bad sign.
 * That's definitely a bad sign.
 * That's definitely a bad sign.

Continuation of I'm Singing

 * Yuck! These sewers are a maze
 * And we haven't eaten in days
 * But we're singing!
 * Let's try here, there's no queues
 * That's because it's had awful reviews
 * Let's keep looking!
 * That's because it's had awful reviews
 * Let's keep looking!

You're a Hairy Lady

 * So I said to Steve, I said "How—
 * Are you okay, my sweet? You haven't said a word since we got here.
 * What? You interrupted me to say that? I was right in the middle of a—
 * Shh. There's no need to feel insecure. I know you see the way other women look at me.
 * No, Nigel. You promised you wouldn't do this.
 * You got something other girls don't have. Thick hair all over your body. Now just lie down and listen.
 * Nigel, I'm not going to lie down in a restaurant.
 * You're a hairy lady
 * Hair from your head to your toes, girl
 * You're a hairy lady
 * You even got hair up your nose, girl
 * You even got hair up your nose, girl


 * I see you talkin' with those other boys
 * I see you speakin', I don't hear no noise
 * Too busy lovin' all that fur, I see
 * Your body's hairier than a bumblebee


 * You're my honey, girl


 * Hairy girls, y'all best believe I'm a connoisseur
 * I look away if I don't see that matted fur
 * Hugging you is like a hug from a grizzly bear
 * Did I happen to mention I'm really into body hair, yeah
 * Oh, please, no.
 * You promised.
 * It's plain to see you give your barber every night off
 * Every drain in your house is a total write-off
 * Girl, you looking like a fur-covered miracle
 * And all those follicles, they got me waxing lyrical


 * 'Cause your hairy bod makes the guys all swoon
 * Don't shave or pluck or wax any time soo–
 * Please, stop! Please, no, no!
 * Please, stop! Please, no, no!

Continuation of I'm Singing

 * I'm claustrophobic, I can't breathe
 * She could've just asked me to leave
 * But I'm singing!
 * But I'm singing!

A Lovely Encounter With Pluto

 * Oi, oi, hey, hey, hey, who's this? Who's this? I didn't complete a single orbit before losing me planet status.
 * Pluto.
 * That's right, it's Pluto. Stripped of her planet status like a common moon. Ah sorry, I, uh, I didn't see you there.
 * So, uh, what you guys doing this evening?
 * Oh, you know, usual planet stuff. Bowling.
 * That's— that's— that's cool— cool.
 * So yeah, anyway, we'll see you around, I guess.
 * Oh yeah. Cheers. Have a— have a nice um...
 * So yeah, anyway, we'll see you around, I guess.
 * Oh yeah. Cheers. Have a— have a nice um...

The Hurt I Feel

 * You know
 * It's mean
 * To be declassified after all these years
 * And rendered obsolete
 * And there's such a distance between us
 * Approximately four point six billion miles...


 * The hurt I feel is deep inside...
 * Deep inside...
 * My planet status has been denied—
 * Been denied—
 * Sorry, sorry, love. Can you keep it down a bit? You're putting Uranus off his strike.
 * Actually, it's pronounced "Ur-anus."
 * Why did I ever hang out with those dorks?
 * Hey toots, you going our way? We're off to trash a planet a few light years away. You want to tag along?
 * You can join us if you're cool. I'm not getting those back.
 * Is minus two-hundred twenty-nine degrees cool enough for you?
 * Yeah!
 * Is minus two-hundred twenty-nine degrees cool enough for you?
 * Yeah!
 * Yeah!

Banana Joe's 5th Symphony

 * Ba-na-na-naa! Ba-na-na-naa! Ba-na-na-na! Ba-na-na-na! Ba-na-na-naa! Ba-na-na-na! Ba-na-na-na! Ba-na-na-naa! Ba-na-na-naa! Ba-na-na-naa! Ba-na-na-na! Na! Naa! Ba-na-na— whoa!
 * Oh, sorry, honey, I didn't know the fan was on.
 * Oh, sorry, honey, I didn't know the fan was on.
 * Oh, sorry, honey, I didn't know the fan was on.

The Small Hours

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 * Also featuring the haunting ballad "This Boy's Not My Son."
 * Can't you see, it's clear to me
 * This boy is not my son.
 * And the party favorite, "Rock and Roll Orthodontist."
 * Rock and roll orthodontist, rock and roll orthodontist
 * And the wildly experimental "Mother."
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Final Part of I'm Singing

 * Cast off, thrown away
 * But I won't let it ruin my day
 * 'Cause I'm singing!
 * Ah, oh!
 * Ah, oh!
 * Ah, oh!


 * I'm cold and alone
 * And I fear that I'm not going home
 * But I'm singing!