Lyrics:Bad Jokes

Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
I'm tellin' bad jokes now,
Really bad jokes now,
Tells a bad joke to me,
Girl!
Lady!
Why did something cross the road,
I don't know,
Make it up,
Bad jokes, come on,
Some people walk into a bar...
Bad jokes!
Somethin' happens...
And all three of different ethnic backgrounds...
Maybe religious backgrounds...
It's gonna be funny...
But only to you!
Bad jokes!

FLANSBURGH: Bad jokes!

Bad jokes! Come on!
Knock knock!
Who's there?

FLANSBURGH: Who's there?

I dunno! Make it up!
A bad joke!
Gimme some spice!
Spice! Ow!

(Marty Beller plays a drum solo, and there is a short instrumental break.)

Oh, we tell a bad jokes now!
Really bad jokes now!
We always tellin' bad jokes!
I told a good joke once...
I had the audience in the palm of my hand!
They was laughin'...
(Johns laughter)
I can't remember the punch line...
But, you know, I killed 'em.
I got the game!
I'm really great at tellin' bad jokes,
I'm tellin' bad jokes now,
The ones you've heard a million times,
The kind of jokes that little kids tell ya,
Why was I stapled to the chicken?
I don't know man,
I wasn't stapled to any chicken!

FLANSBURGH: Nice belt!

Nice belt man!
Bad jokes,
Bad bad jokes,
Uh!

Solid! That's pretty good, guys. Layin' it down back there.

BELLER: Nice belt!

On the skins— I—

BELLER: (whispers) Nice belt!

(whispers to himself) Nice belt...? ...Nice belt indeed!