A Complicated Song

"Weird Al" Yankovic

Composed by: Avril Lavigne/Graham Edwards/Lauren Christy/Scott Alspach
Uh huh ... extra cheese 
Uh huh, uh huh ... save a piece for me 

Pizza party at your house 
I went just to check it out 
Nineteen extra larges 
What a shame 
No one came 

Just us eatin' all alone 
You said, "Take the pizza home" 
"No sense lettin' all this go to waste" 
So then I faced 

Pizza all day 
And every day 
This cheese 'round the clock 
Is gettin' me blocked 
And I sure don't care 
For irregularity 

Tell me 
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated? 
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated 
In the bathroom ... I sit and I wait and I strain 
And I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain 
Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated? 
No no no 

I was feelin' pretty down 
'Till my girlfriend came around 
We're just so alike in every way 
I gotta say 

In fact, I just thought I might 
Pop the question there that night 
I was kissing her so tenderly 
But woe is me 

Who would have guessed 
Her family crest 
I'd suddely spy 
Tattooed on her thigh 
And son-of-a-gun 
It's just like the one on me 

Tell me 
How was I supposed to know we were both related? 
Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have 
dated 
What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose 
And get hitched and have kids with eleven toes 
And move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated? 
No no no no no no no 
No no no no no no no 
No no no no no 

I had so much on my mind 
I thought maybe I'd unwind 
Try out that new roller coaster ride 
And the guide 

Said not to stand 
But that's a demand 
That I couldn't meet 
I got on my feet 
And stood up instead 
And knocked off my head, you see 

Tell me 
Why'd I have to go and get myself decapitated? 
This really is a major inconvenience, oh man, I really hate it 
Such a drag, now ... Can't eat, I can't breathe, I can't snore 
I can't belch or yodel anymore 
Can't spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated 

Oh no 
Why'd I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah, yeah) 
I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated 
What a bummer 
Can't blink, I can't cough, I can't sneeeze 
But my neck is enjoyin' a pleasant breeze now 
Haven't been the same since my head and I were separated 
No no no
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