Weird Al rode a weird tiger into the mist of Cthulu's dead head party concert. 

We must have lived a thousand more days, because she washed our necks with a giraffe's tooth.

Can you see my finger-lickin' good follicle rain?

I must have shedded out what I thought was your illegalitarian brain.

Woke up when I was Ruth's Bader Ginsberg, probably didn't know where she could buy

a watch to tell the time.

It got too late and she was eatin' an uncooked raw steak, and it took more years than zero.

I for got how to tell my drum how to beat itself when it was a child.