THE PANDERER - parody: Dion and The Belmonts
OH, WELL I'M THE TYPE OF GUY WHO CRAVES TO BE LIKED
ESPECIALLY BY MY BOSS, BUT MOST EVERYONE IN SIGHT
I'LL SELL MY SOUL FOR A BISQUIT WORK MYSELF TO DEATH JUST THE SAME
I'LL KEEP MY JOB WHILE YOU'LL LOSE YOURS, SMITHERS IS MY NAME
THEY CALL ME THE PANDERER, YEAH THE PANDERER
I KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS
MY BACKBONE IS MADE OF JELLO I DON'T KNOW HOW I STAND UPRIGHT
I BRING THE BOSS COOKIES AND BUY BEER ON FRIDAY NIGHT
FOR CHRISTMAS I GOT KNEEPADS AND THEY ARE WORN RIGHT ON THROUGH
SANTA WILL BRING ANOTHER PAIR AND I'LL KEEP DOING WHAT I DO
THEY CALL ME THE PANDERER, YEAH, THE PANDERER
I KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS
ALL GOOD IN MY WORLD
I GO THROUGH LIFE WITHOUT A CARE
I'M AS HAPPY AS A CLOWN
WITH MY TWO HANDS OF VELVET I'M GOING NOWHERE
I'LL DO WHAT IS NECESSARY TO KEEP MYSELF EMPLOYED
WASH YOUR FEET, TRIM YOUR NAILS. EVEN VIEW A HEMMEROID
BABYSIT ON SATURDAY, SUNDAY WASH THE CAR, TOO
WHAT YOU DO TO KEEP A JOB IS WHAT YOU GOTTA DO
THEY CALL ME THE PANDERER, YEAH, THE PANDERER
I KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS, KISS ASS
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