Rick Moranis - Oh So Bucco lyrics

I'm wearing fifty ex-chinchillas And a gator each per boot Hog-tied around my waste-line Suede trimming on my suit Got a bear-skin rug and leather couch And antlers on the walls Goose-neck lamps and decoys make Impeccable duck calls Had a mixed grill fry for breakfast Pair of mutton chops for lunch Rare sirloin tips for supper George Foreman'd by the bunch A nightcap chaw of jerky And a cup of ox tail soup A swig of wild turkey Makes a happier coop. And I say Oh so bucco What the heck's the big old deal Was I away the day that someone said A monkee invented the wheel? My after-shave's been tested On a thousand stubbled rats My hearing aid's derived from tech Discovered from trained bats My Lipitor cured countless chimps Before it could save me No that ain't me tap dancin' Those are new titanium knees And I say Oh so Bucco What the hell's the big kaboo For some of us to have a fine old time We've got to sacrifice a few. I didn't see the Prius turn I honked the Hummer's horn The moose, the rack, the rods and guns The whole front end was shorn They flew me to Bethesda Choppered me in DOA Left behind the liver Rushed my kidneys to L.A. My hair wound up in transplant My lips were wrapped and sealed Tongue tied up in customs My skin was dried and pealed Corneas went Fedex Eardrums next day ground Took whatever's workin' Left the rest in lost and found Now I am Oh so Bucco Eventually you crash and burn To everything there's open season I guess it was this monkee's turn