Paul And Storm - Oh, No lyrics

Your voice is smooth The words are clear But your lips don't move Yet I can hear you Oh, no! You're talking out your a** again Yakking ‘bout things That you don't know Your thoughts come out From a different hole Oh, no! You're talking out your a** again Well, you know that we're the best of friends And I'm always glad to see ya But it makes me frown when I hear the sound Of your verbal diarrhea Sense and logic Both succumb To the dissertations From your bum Oh, no! You're talking out your a** again M&Ms don't work like Spanish Fly And Jell-O won't give you cancer Einstein didn't die from athlete's foot And ham was never made from hamsters Ray Charles didn't write The “Happy Birthday” song Stevie Nicks is not a guy Mr. T doesn't own Chuck E. Cheese And Abe Vigoda hasn't died Abe Vigoda's still alive Yeah! Well, faced with facts You still don't quit No room for doubt When you're full of it Oh, no! You're talking out your a** again Don't pretend! ‘Cause in truth, my friend You can't defend All the words that wend out Your rear end Quit talking Out your wazoo