Weird Al Yankovic - Craigslist lyrics

Whoa, yeah! You've got a 65 Chevy Malibu With automatic drive, a custom paint job too I'll trade you for my old wheelbarrow And a slightly-used sombrero And I'll even throw in a stapler, if you insist Craigslist I'm on Craigslist, baby, come on Yeah Well, we shared a quick glance Saturday at the mall I never took a chance, never approached you at all You were a blonde half-Asian with a bad case of gas I was wearin' red Speedos and a hockey mask Come on, let's find that love connection that we missed On Craigslist Yeah, Craigslist, come on I'm on Craigslist, baby Maybe you are too Bee bomp a chonk a donk bim bang boo An open letter to the snotty barista At the Coffee Bean on San Vicente Boulevard: I know there were 20 people behind me in line But I was on a cell phone call with my mother Didn't you see me hold up my index finger? That means I'll order my soy decaf hazelnut latte in just a couple minutes So what's with the attitude, lady? No tip for you Got a trash can of Styrofoam peanuts, you can have em for free You can drop by on the weekend and pick em up from me But the trash can ain't part of the deal Only givin' you the peanuts, get real Don't have no Hefty bags, so bring your own Don't bug me with questions on the phone Don't ask for help, don't waste my time And don't complain, cause they won't cost you a dime Just ask yourself Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts? You can have my Styrofoam peanuts Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts? You can have 'em all They're on Craigslist, yeah Craigslist, oh baby, come on I'm on Craigslist, Craigslist, Craigslist I'm on Craigslist, Craigslist, Craigslist now Craigslist