You know some songs are moronic looking,
Some songs really snore.
Amiright sure seems to catch 'em all,
There's a wealth of songs and more.

The content is not Chuck's fault,
Some boogers he checks and skips.
Hope my friends keep always,
Begging me to write them,
More xenophobic quips.

Hope they are.
Oh, but at times I get into strong talks,
Glad I write cause I sing off key.
Cause those gays should stay in their closet,
That is when I'd let them be.

You can write 'bout guacamole,
And your lyrics won't go south.
But soon as you write 'bout a twinkie,
They go down in the mouth.

Yeah that 'Rhymetime' makes it look so natural,
It looks healthy as it can be.
I write cause I'm a junk tune junkie,
Some songs ain't pretty you see.

Well at crunch time,
Down the hallway I'll be.
Writing up something real bizarre,
Just yucking up on someone's concert,
I'm a home grown parody star.

Once was quippin' 'bout Winona Ryder,
And how she got her just dessert.
But during her case,
Took the stand there one day,
And hid it up under her skirt.

Oh Yeah,
And so even though I'm slid right,
Most times I'm by myself.
Some would prefer casteration,
Display my jewels on trophy shelf.

So if you love DiRito's scorn rips,
Sgt. Pepper's just an old gay guy.
I'm back with some notorious presentation,
On a geniune junk tune high.

Oh yeah, I tend to write of stuff unnatural,
Though unhealthy it seems to be.
It's the plight of a junk tune junkie,
I get as gritty as I want you see.

I tend to like to lampoon,
By turning up the heat.
Oh, but it ain't nothing no more than art for laughs,
As I try to give your eyes a treat.

Oh, there's songs about yellow ribbons,
And there's songs by those girls called Spice.
Ol' John Keats would turn in his burial urn,
He'd seen the rhymes we slice.

Yes, he would.
Oh but lately songs I've plotted,
With a wise crack out my breath.
Rumbling out like some urinal slander,
As my songs were put to death.

But the comments still remind me,
Of stuff comes out my head.
Got a headful of mingled DiRito quips,
For a sting song on this thread.

Though the gay lines call them unnatural,
It's unhealthy as can be.
And I write like a junk tune junkie,
The gay committee hates me.