Rip Taylor is God

{Hey! Da dee dada dee da da This is Rip Taylor Hey there, sprinkle genies Ha, haa, ha Did you know that midgets make up A small percentage of the population? Haa Not half, up to here, ha, ha, hey, woo ho But seriously, don't you think it's time We had a female president? With big gazooms? Tatee tattoo tees? Tatta ta too tatas? Baba bing bangs? Big jugs, get it? Hello, Dolly} {Is this microphone on? Hello? Anybody out there, can they hear me? Somebody call my agent, my hair is lifting Please, what am I doing here? It's a You're probably, eh, saying to yourself "Why the hell would a comedic virtuoso like, Rip Taylor Want anything to do with those half witted, white trash Crotch goblins, The Bloodhound Gang?" Ooh ho, well listen folks, the answer is very simple Ah, ha, ha, ha American cashito, dollareenies, no cheques They paid me, you hiney hopper, to why else? Oh ho Oh, I'm getting moist! I mean, come on, let's face it kids Ha, ha, eh, pardon me But they are a bunch of knuckleheads}