The Lyrics
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano
Ah-ah uh-oh all he could say.
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano
That chopper fell from the sky.
The spinning rotor fan,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
Chopped off his arm and hand,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
And then his ass got canned,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
He was the one armed man.
It was no secret he's been getting,
under their skin,
He had them fumin', he had them boiling,
he liked bein' him.
And he was always acting angry,
his ass was despised,
A nasty man too, he needed no one,
Their butt's he did ride.
He had too much drive-just way too much drive.
Now he has died, no longer alive.
Self will control nut, seeking promotions,
He's out of his tree.
He does not help you, gives you problems,
He's just what you see.
He's such a zero, a non survivor,
he's now off the show.
The whirling chopper, what were the chances?
Got out of control.
It started to roll-they lost all control.
Started to roll-they all lost control.
First was a severed hand,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
The surgeon minds his task,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
The last thing that he sees,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
A chopper fallin' free.
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano...Oh no oh no.
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano...Oh no oh no.
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano...Oh no oh no.
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano,
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano,
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano,
Oh no, He's so splat-o, Dr. Romano,
Think you just went crunch, Dr. Romano.
Making all our jobs worse than you had to.
That chopper packed a punch, Dr. Romano,
So now they've got to scrape up just what's left of you.
Blank you-blank you, blank you.
They want to blank you, geez, blank you.
Ohhhh-oh Ah-ah
He now is history,
Now off of my TV.
Serene, no more his jive,
He's been eradicised.
He's fin'lly gone at last,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
A chopper smashed his ass,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
Now everyone is free,
(Piqued, piqued, he's lookin' piqued)
Peace and serenity...
The kill-joy! kill-joy! kill-joy! kill-joy!