Thursday, May 13, 2010

Dire Straits vs. Weird Al Yankovic



Money For Nothing
Dire Straits
I want my MTV

Now look at them yo-yo’s
That’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’
And your chicks for free
Now that ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya
Them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

The little faggot
With the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy
That’s his own hair
That little faggot
Got his own jet airplane
That little faggot
He’s a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

Mullah mullah

Huh

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

I shoulda learned
To play the guitar
I shoulda learned
To play them drums
Look at that mama
She got it stickin’ in the camera
Man
We could have some fun
And he’s up there
What’s that
Hawaiian noises
Bangin’ on the bongos
Like a chimpanzee
Oh that ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’
Get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

Listen here
Now that ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’
And your chicks for free
Money for nothin’
And your chicks for free
Get your money for nothin’
And your chicks for free

Lookit that
Lookit that

Get your money for nothin’
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
And your chicks for free
Get your money for nothin’
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
And your chicks for free





Money For Nothing/Beverly Hillbillies
Weird Al Yankovic
Beverly
Beverly Hillbillies

Huh

Now lookee here people
Listen to my story
A little story ‘bout a man named Jed
You know something
That poor mountaineer
They say he barely kept his family fed

Now let me tell you
One day he was shootin’
Old Jed was shootin’
At some food
When all of a sudden
Right up from the ground there
Well there came a bubblin’ crude

Oil that is
Well maybe you call it
Black gold or Texas tea
He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale
And be a Beverly hillbilly

Before you know it
All the kinfolk are a-sayin’
Yeah buddy
Move away from there
That little Clampet
Got his own cement pond
That little Clampet
He’s a millionaire

Now everyone said Californee
Is the place you oughta be
We got to load up this here truck now
We got to move to Beverly
Hills that is

Swimmin’ pools

Move-a-move-a-movie stars

Huh

Look-it that
Look-it that

Beverly
Beverly
Beverly hillbillies

Y’all come back now
Y’hear

Beverly
Beverly
Beverly hillbillies

Beverly
Beverly
Beverly hillbillies


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4 comments:

  1. Good song and Weird Al's version is very entertaining. I can remember sitting down in front of the old black and white to many an episodes of the Beverly Hillbillies.

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  2. Much better layout, and downloads quicker too! Good one!.

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  3. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! I am really glad you liked this, and I was a big fan of the Beverly Hillbillies "back in the day," as well. Granny always cracked me up--especially since I was raised around quite a few just like her.

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  4. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Adullamite!!! Thank you also for telling me about the blog loading faster since the change. For that is a source of great frustration to me when I come across a site that seems to take forever to load, and I sure wouldn't want to be amongst them, if it could be avoided.

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