Two intenet girls go browsin' my site;
browsin' my site, browsin' my site.
Two intenet girls go browsin' my site;
browsin' my site, browsin' my site.

Guess who's back
Back again
Smitty's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back..

I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Chris Smith no more
They want Smitty, I spoof music.
Well if you want Smitty, this is what I'll give ya:
A little "All your base are belong to us."
Some fresh stuff to jump start up my spoofs quicker
than Weird Al when he makes another album
or Tom Green singin' 'bout his bum bum
When I'm writin' nonsense lyrics to make songs funny
You waited this long, now start your laughing
Cause I'm back, I'm on the site, and I'm parodying
I know that I'm spoofing your song, Mr. Mathers,
but I'm a parody writer; I don't think it matters.
So the people will let me write them
and let me be me, and listen *ahem*
Sorry 'bout that lyric, but it had to rhyme
But it feels so empty, without me

So, the Saga begins and my bum is on your lips
Why not fart on your lips, and poop on your tits
And get ready, cause poop get's real heavy
I just said OH MY GOD THEY KILLED KENNY!

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just parody
Cause we need a little nonsense, you see,
amiright's so empty, without me
I said-this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just parody
Cause we need a little, nonsense, you see,
amiright's so empty, without me

Little Parodies, some funny, some Eh-ish,
I spoofed alot of artists but I didn't spoof Elvis
I should spoof him, but on that I am helpless
'til someone comes along with an idea so don't bitch!
A missionary, missions are scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
with parodies, so just let me make good songs trash
and continue to make myself look like an ass
And it's a disaster, such a blasphemy,
But I have a right to make me an ass; you question me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix this website, Make the spoofs alot more funnier
enter them, why are you so proud? Some of these suck!
"All the Christmas Tree", back in the winter, ugh!
I'm pretty good, but, the best here's S.T.G.,
Writing those parodies better than I can dream.
Spoofing, sense of humor, please
Feel the laughter, soon as someone mentions me
Don't laugh with me, I know they laugh at me,
All nonsense, two cents? Three cents for me?

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just parody
Cause we need a little nonsense, you see,
amiright's so empty, without me
I said-this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just parody
Cause we need a little, nonsense, you see,
amiright's so empty, without me

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's writin' this shit, that shit
Try to Outspoof me, you can get your ass kicked
worse than those little wannabe bastards
And oh, me? I am really good, see?
I just hope you good people will be nice to me
You don't know me, but you wanna? Let's go.
Let's talk a bit. I do a good impression of Homer's D'oh!
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there and I'll try not to insult
I'll be good, I will even try to be nicer,
At least I will never be mean like a Kaiser
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to amuse me
So this must mean I'm a-muse-ing
But it's just me, I'm just not mean
And though I'm not the first king of stupid music
I'm not the best thing, that's Al Yankovic
I spoof music so stupidly
and used it to get myself dumb-looking
Here's a concept that works
I've been an idiot ever since I emerged
But no matter how stupid I seem to be,
amiright's so empty, without me

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just parody
Cause we need a little nonsense, you see,
amiright's so empty, without me
I said-this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just parody
Cause we need a little, nonsense, you see,
amiright's so empty, without me

Spoofs!