The FuMP

Lyrics

A one, two, a one, two, three, four

When comedy is done musically
It needs a worthy disc jockey
Cause we’d be cheesed if we got Rick Dees
On repeat, every week, since the 1980s
And he’s no John Cleese

But who should be the the DJ, he'd
Need a pedigree
Preferably he’d be scholarly in music theory
With a tendency to go, tee hee

Singing

A-la dee dee, a-one two three
He's Barry, he's Doctor D, in all the keys!
That's A, B, C, D, E, F, and G
He's Barry, he's Doctor D

Is this devotee of Jimmy Durante
With his degree in ethno-musicology
Some freak for geeky parodies
No! It's Barry, he's Doctor D

Is this song silly, mais oui, si, certainly
It's for Barry, he's Doctor D
He's played my idiocy since 2003
Merci Barry, you're Doctor D
(actually since 2001, but that doesn't rhyme)

We love this broadcast deity
He knows what's exemplary and what’s debris
His work will live eternally
Thanks Barry, you're Doctor D
(you introduced me to George Carlin)
Most definitely
(and the Smothers Brothers, and Richard Pryor)
Unmistakably
(and Judy Tenuta, and Sulu)
Unequivocally
(and Tim Cavanagh, and Barnes And Barnes)
Indubitably
(And what’s his name? You know, with all the hair)
Unquestionably
(Oh yeah, Weird Al Yankovic)
Get a colonoscopy (every ten years)
You're Barry, you're Doctor D!

The end

Cause every Sunday night we’d hear you say
Dementoids and dementites, remember to
Staaaaay deeeeee-mented!

We love you Dr. D

Okay, that's really the end

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