Long ago in a town in Britain
Full of laughter and the like,
A show came out which had improvised skits
Which inspired lots of drama in life
And they were never told to censor,
And TV ratings were still going on strong,
But the British humor vanished
And the show was transfered
To a village known as LA

Every time when I see Drew
On boob tubes every night
Wayne Brady plays unpredictable plays
and Greg Proops will sing all the time
They never thought they had to censor
But they are quick with fingers on the button,
But they can't predict the lines,
And so Ryan Styles
Makes fun of Colin Mochrie

Don't tell ABC to censor,
Cause there should not be words they have to exclude
I don't believe you have to censor
Words that really mean poo
But if you're living with your grandmother
Or you are a Christian
Then the censor is perfect for you

And Laura Hall sits playing with the hoedown
Always in the key of C
One thing they should take away is Drew Carey's ugly face
It should be really blurry
Everyone's begging them to censor
Without regard to hilarity
The swearing never ends
As the show goes on and on on your cable TV

Don't tell ABC to censor,
Cause there should not be words they have to exclude
I don't believe you have to censor
Words that really mean poo
But if you're living with your grandmother
Or you are a Christian
Then the censor is perfect for you