(Al didn't write that song!)
(I tell you, LimeWire is a goldmine!
What? What? Rice Rice Baby?,
(Al didn't write that song!),
Elmo's Got a Gun?
Barney's on Fire?
(Al didn't write that song!),
Bimbo Number 5,
Internet Sandman,
(Al didn't write that song!),
Oops!...I Farted Again,
I Don't Know How to Use a Fork,
(Al didn't write that song!),

A good writer, hard fighter, comic strider,
Writes his parodies for the fair to see,
He'll make anything comical,
From a party to a stickle,
With 12 albums, no one argues, no one's better,
But on the internet, a thing straight from Al's nightmares,
Worse than other comics wearing his shirts and hair,
He thought "Other people's comedy are being credited to me",
And being a single user, there's nothing that he can do,
He sat and watched all of the parodies pile up,
On the internet, where people could get,
Crazier than his songs,
The AOL Song to The Real Slim Santa,
All these people's obscene parodies,
Are being credited to none other than the king,
Since the Furby Prank Call,
People don't know at all,
What Yankovic wrote and

(Al didn't write that song!),
These other comics writing those hits,
Don't click that, it's not Poodle Hat,
(Al didn't write that song!),
(That's you?),
Nah, Bob Rivers, that's you,
Al doesn't write songs quite like that,
(Al didn't write that song!),
Chewbacca, Barney's on Fire, Ball Star, Baby Got Jack,
(Al didn't write that song!),
All say Wierd "Al" Yankovich, how you like that?
(Al didn't write that song!),

Now wouldn't it be funny if a cat got in trouble,
Because he got stuck inside his own chewing gum bubble?
I sit down one day to write it, read it, "cord it,
But didn't bother to copyright it, seed it, not your hit,
In a couple of days, I see it on a cache,
Of songs done by Wierd "Al" Yankovich,
The real Weird Al has been, to me, a hero,
So I let the song sit, any credit to me? Zero,
Turn on Kazaa, and I see my song,
With credit given to Al, his name's even spelled wrong,
This' an epidemic for the comics recording on the block,
For the parodists who care if it's done by the one who wears the hits,
How's my name supposed to get big now, I'm still a tiny artist,
I know Al didn't write the song about when Britney Spears farted,
I guess today's world's just a hard time to sing this,
I should stick to the rap hits,
And,
(Al didn't write that song!),

I bought his album today,
And I like what he says,
So I'm fast on my way,
To torrenting his collection, no pay,
Oh, the songs are funn-ay,
I liked the 12 Pains,
But as I listen, it sounds like sins,
As Al sings about the 12 lesbians,
It's not all that funny; I bought tickets to see him,
But I think I'll sell those and go to the museum,
From Bimbo Number 5,
To I Will Not Survive,
Al doesn't sound the same, when did he release the album Dive?
I did my research, I found,
That despite the fake sound,
Other people's comedy is, under his name, found,
All these amateurs are just trash to take out,
Just give me Yankovic and I'll be happy, I won't pout,
I like his Star Wars Gangsta Rap,
(Al didn't write that!),
Oh, my bad,
Jeez, it's hard to tell what he did and didn't do,
I should just buy his albums like you're supposed to,

(Al didn't write that song!),
These other comics writing those hits,
Don't click that, it's not Poodle Hat,
(Al didn't write that song!),
(That's you?),
Nah, Bob Rivers, that's you,
Al doesn't write songs quite like that,
(Al didn't write that song!),
Chewbacca, Barney's on Fire, Ball Star, Baby Got Jack,
(Al didn't write that song!),
All say Wierd "Al" Yankovich, how you like that?
(Al didn't write that song!),

I'm tryin' to keep my cool, but it's sick!
Ticked!
How hard is it to spell Yankovic?
Come on, you second grader, instigator, parody faker, man, shoot!
Yeah, that's it, vic,
No H on the end,
No Yamkivich, that's wrong, please try again,
Went straight to my head, say hello to my friend,
Say that to me, spell it wrong again,
It'll be on, I told you,
That in "Yankovic", there is no W,
(Al didn't write that song!),
It's a shame people don't know his name,
I just step away; I go on my way,

It's like,
Every day, something comes our way,
Everybody thinks their Al, singing "Hey! Hey! Hey!",
The parodies come so rapidly, just think it through,
When would he have time to write them and eat and sleep, too?
(Chill out, Al),
It just doesn't make any sense,
That any one man would produce songs so quickly,
So what if he's the funniest man on this Earth?
A lifestyle like that would be more of a curse,
I guess people just can't think through this process,
So they show all "Yankovich's" new songs to their colleagues and their bosses,
So I guess until this is all cleared up by Jesus,
The world's gonna be torn on what Al wouldn't be caught with,

(Al didn't write that song!),
These other comics writing those hits,
Don't click that, it's not Poodle Hat,
(Al didn't write that song!),
(That's you?),
Nah, Bob Rivers, that's you,
Al doesn't write songs quite like that,
(Al didn't write that song!),
Chewbacca, Barney's on Fire, Ball Star, Baby Got Jack,
(Al didn't write that song!),
All say Wierd "Al" Yankovich, how you like that?
(Al didn't write that song!),

I walked to Rite-Aid, outside of Toys "R Us,
Some jokers were listening to Windows 95 Sucks,
Wearing t-shirts from some Weird Al union,
I shook my head; my entire day's ruined,
Hey, guys, do I trust my eyes?
Are Weird Al fans being so hypnotized?
They told me I wouldn't know Al if he bit me in the face,
I rolled my eyes, what a disgrace,
Back to the fellows I was trying to get to see the light of truth,
I gave them a link to WOWAY, they just laughed and booed,
I'm ready to just head home now,
Talk about these goons and their disrespect to Al,
Time's up, still easy to annoy,
I got on my cell phone and said to my boys,
"Don't download that song, it's not what one of Al's,
I'll tell you later about this joker and his pals".