"Weird Al" Yankovic
  You Make Me
   Even Worse
   (c) and stuff
  
You make me want to bang my head against the wall
You make me do the limbo
You make me want to buy a slurpee at the mall
You make me watch the Gong Show
There's really something strange about you
 baby, but I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make me...you make me...you make me
That's what you do to me

You make me want to hide a weasel in my shorts
You make me want to phone home.
You make me want to write a dozen book reports
Then pack myself in styrofoam
Sometime you make me want to build a model of the
  Effil Tower out of Belgium Waffles

You make me...you make me...you make me
That's what you do to me

That's what you do...that's what you do
That's what you do to me

You make my want to hang out in a trailer park
Then take my hamster to the beach
You make me want to do my laundry in the dark
And use a recommended bleach
When I'm with you I don't know whether I
 should study neurosurgery or go to see the
 Care Bears Movie 

You make me...you make me...you make me
That's what you do to me
That's what you do...that's what you do
That's what what you do to me
That's what you do to me..that's what you do to me
That's what you do to me

You make me want to break the laws of time and space
You make me want to eat pork
You make me want to staple bagels to my face
Then remove 'em with a pitchfork
You know there's something quite unusual about you
  but I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it.
           
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