Albuquerque lyrics

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy

living in a box under the stairs

in the corner of the basement

of the house half a block down the street

from Jerry's Bait shop

You know the place

Well anyway,

back then life was going swell

and everything was just PEACHY!

Except, of course, for the undeniable fact

that every single morning

My mother would make me

a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast

Awww - Big bowl of sauerkraut!

Every single morning!

It was driving me crazy

I said to my mom

I said "Hey, Mom! What's with all the sauerkraut?"

And my dear, sweet mother

She just looked at me

like a cow looks at an oncoming train

And she leaned right down next to me

And she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!"

And then she tied me to the wall

and stuck a funnel in my mouth

And force-fed me nothing but sauerkraut

until I was twenty-six and a half years old

That's when I swore that someday

Someday I would get outta that basement

and travel to a magical, far away place

Where the sun is always shining

and the air smells like warm root beer

And the towels are oh-so-fluffy!

Where the shriners and the lepers

play their ukuleles all day long

And anyone on the street

will glady shave your back for a nickel

Wacka wacka doodoo yeah

Well, let me tell you, people,

it wasn't long at all before my dream came true

Because the very next day,

a local radio station had this contest

To see who could correctly guess

the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt

I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize

That's right, a first class one-way ticket to

Albuquerque

Albuquerque

Oh yeah

You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before

And I gotta tell ya, it was really great

Except that I had to sit between

two large Albanian women

with excruciatingly severe body odor

And the little kid in back of me

kept throwin' up the whole time

The flight attendants ran out of

Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts

And the in-flight movie

was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore

And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out

And we went into a tailspin

and crashed into a hillside

And the plane exploded

in a giant fireball and everybody died

Except for me

You know why?

'Cause I had my tray table up

And my seat back in the full upright position

Had my tray table up

And my seat back in the full upright position

Had my tray table up

And my seat back in the full upright position

Ah ha ha ha

Ah ha ha

Ah

So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage

I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days

Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag

And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowlin' ball

And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel

But finally I arrived at

the world-famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn

Where the towels are oh-so-fluffy

And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays

if you wanna

It's OK, they're clean

Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C

And I turned on the SpectraVision

And I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow

That I love so very, very much when suddenly,

there's a knock on the door

Well now, who could that be?

I say "Who is it?"

No answer

"Who is it?"

There's no answer

"WHO IS IT?!"

They're not sayin' anything

So, finally I go over and I open the door

and just as I suspected

It's some big fat hermaphrodite

with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril

Oh man, I hate it when I'm right

So anyway, he bursts into my room

and he grabs my lucky snorkel

And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that!

That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me."

And he's like "Tough."

And I'm like "Give it."

And he's like "Make me."

And I'm like "''Kay."

So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus

And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows

And I took out his appendix

and he gave me a colonic irrigation

Yes indeed, you better believe it

And somehow in the middle of it all,

the phone got knocked off the hook

And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice

And you know what it said?

I'll tell you what it said

It said

"If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

If you need help, hang up

and then dial your operator."

"If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

If you need help, hang up

and then dial your operator."

In Albuquerque

Albuquerque

Well, to cut a long story short,

he got away with my snorkel

But I made a a solemn vow right then and there

that I would not rest

I would not sleep for an instant

until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice

But first, I decided to buy some donuts

So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop

And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter

And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?!"

I said "You got any glazed donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts!"

I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts!"

I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts!"

I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?"

He said "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls!"

I said "You got any apple fritters?"

He said "No, we're outta apple fritters!"

I said "You got any bear claws1?"

He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check."

"No, we're outta bear claws!"

I said, "Well, in that case - in that case, what do you have?"

He says "All I got right now is

this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels."

I said "OK, I'll take that."

So he hands me the box

and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out

And they immediately latch onto my face

and start bitin' me all over

(rabid gnawing sounds)

Oh man, they were just going nuts

They were tearin' me apart

You know, I think it was just about that time

that a little ditty started goin' through my head

I believe it went a little something like this . . .

Doh!

Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me!

Oh!

No, get 'em off, get 'em off!

Oh, oh God, oh God!

Oh, get 'em off me!

Oh, oh God!

Ah! (more screaming)

I ran out into the street

with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face

Wavin' my arms all around

and just runnin', runnin', runnin'

Like a constipated weiner dog

And as luck would have it,

that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams

Her name was Zelda

She was a calligraphy enthusiast

with a slight overbite

and hair the color of strained peaches

I'll never forget the first thing she said to me.

She said "Hey. You've got weasels on your face."

That's when I knew it was true love

We were inseparable after that

Aw, we ate together, we bathed together

We even shared the same piece

of mint-flavored dental floss

The world was our burrito

So we got married and we bought us a house

And had two beautiful children - Nathaniel and Superfly

Oh, we were so very, very, very happy,

Aw yeah

But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me

She said "Sweetie pumpkin?

Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?"

I said "Woah! Hold on now, baby!

I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!"

So we broke up and I never saw her again

But that's just the way things go

In Albuquerque

Albuquerque

Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me

Because about a week later,

I finally achieved my lifelong dream

That's right, I got me a part-time job at the Sizzler

I even made employee of the month

after I put that grease fire out with my face

Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that

I was gettin' a lot of attitude

OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot

Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil

When I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry

a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself

So I, I say to him, I say

"Hey, you want me to help you with that?"

And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes,

"No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw."

So I did

And then he gets all indignant on me

He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic."

Well, that's just great

How was I supposed to know that?

I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud

Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy

So what's he complaining about?

Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote

This guy comes up to me on the street

and tells me that he hasn't had a bite in three days

Well, I knew what he meant

But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein

And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over

And I'm like "Hey, come on, don't you get it?"

But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk,

bleeding, and screaming

(screaming sounds)

You know, completely missing

the irony of the whole situation

Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know?

Anyway, um, um, where was I?

Kinda lost my train of thought

Uh, well, uh, OK

Anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it

But I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is

I! HATE! SAUERKRAUT!

That's all I'm really tryin' to say

And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up

And find yourself in an existential quandary

Full of loathing and self-doubt

And wracked with the pain and isolation

of your pitiful meaningless existence

At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that

Somewhere out there

in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours

There's still a little place called

Albuquerque

Albuquerque

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1. This is referring to a Danish-style pastry shaped like a paw.

• Artist:Weird Al Yankovic
• Album:Running with Scissors