I don't believe this, I get rid of those two evil maniacs Trying to ruin my show and I get two evil guests Who are trying to ruin my show Feh, just who came up with the stupid idea of giving Space Ghost the talk show in the first place? How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal? Any given second he could go mad postal Stay wavin' that power band space cannon And had the nerve to jump in the face of Race Bannon Punked out, luckily he detonate it Guess who just smothered whose credited with editing it? He meant molter, the cop out And have no other career choice, he dropped out Since when the Wayouts included Zorak Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax I'm not the one who sold him to it If he won't admit it, I'm not gonna hold him to it It's all love and no hate though For all that, he really need to get his own late show Do a monologue and jest with the guests Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the desk With Danger holding down the control room Late again returning from commercial I told you Doom, early, hes on BPT Catch him on public access free TV And we're back on the air with Brak, so, Brak How you're man got a show that's so wack? What? Have you ever thought to work with Earl Ignignat and them? Do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm? Another sec, his neck woulda caught flames Mouse switch the screen to some hot dames Tonights audience received big screen video games And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful aims, it's just a shame Zoning, competing for the same prime time slot as Conan No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement free lunch to any stunt Who lets me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed To be sleeping or else join us sound like Road Runner, beep, beep
Later this week Big Ben Klingon After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on Keep it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go I'd like to propose a toast to the grossest host Space ho's coast to coast that destructor ray's a played out gag And that cape and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out . Dag, don't mean to sound crunchy Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchy A light snack hungry munchy Felt a funny hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me" Tomorrow is Father Guido Sarducci Father MC and Charo, coochie coochie With her new bestseller, who you call a Hoochie Proud sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie Noochies Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs and find out How they get inside those sugar pie walls? Our next guest, a real cutie specimen And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson So, Judy, boxers briefs or fig leaf As you know I wear my boxers over my big Cue the rapper, tell him to bring what little he got Up against Villy, he's really not diddley squat until they head hurt When it come to wreck, cruisers like them dudes Are red shirts off Star Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy Been B-boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys Born to be the host with the most when it's on it's on Space ho's, coast to coast You think I'm just gonna hand over my show to you? Doom, have you lost your f**ing mind? Listen, I'm not gonna hand my show over to you You know why? Because it's my show, mine, not yours Space Ghost, it ain't Doom coast to coast Yeah, yeah, sure, here are the keys to the show Why don't you drive for awhile? Yeah, America's craving some Doom, here you go