Richard Cheese - Smack My b**h Up lyrics

Change my pitch up, smack my b**h up I said, change my pitch up, smack my b**h up Thank you ladies and gentlemen I'd like to introduce a little thing I like to call the band Let's start with the man behind the piano He's a maestro, a master, a man of many melodies Including the Melody who's the hostess of the Daily Grill If you lose your keys, he can find them He's a prodigy, as in psychosomatic-addict insane He's sitting on his stool, Bobby Ricotta Thank you, Bobby And now on ba**, he's high-strung He's a stand-up guy, he's in an upright and locked position He knows the basic programming language He's the low man on the totem pole He's Deep Gordon Brie Danke, Gordon And now on drums, on skins, on the trap-set The co*ktail kit, the thing you that you hit with the thingies He's a slick click to pick with a stick He's back with another one of them block-rockin' beats His middle name is Tom He's "cymbal-ic," we're talking "brush with greatness" He likes to bang the drum slowly if you know what I mean, and I think you do Am I right, pepole Mr. Bobby Gouda Change my pitch up, smack my b**h up Change my pitch up, smack, b**h, up Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Change my pitch up, smack my b**h up Change my pitch up, smack my b**h up Ouch!