The dupes, they say
The world is really hollow
The ripper, Jack
Quick confession on the gallows
In random fears
The leery love to wallow
Hear today
Relay it tomorrow

We're all igmoes, but the Snopes knows
We're all igmoes, but the Snopes knows

There's lots of witty city tales
The urban legends fly
Some of the nitty-gritty tales
Will make you wet your pants and cry

We're all dumbos, but the Snopes knows
We're all dumbos, but the Snopes knows

Some actress takes a new hunky lover
Is it true that he is her brother
Some actor's FBI undercover
Could it be that it's Crispin Glover

The derps believe
In aliens among us
The human race
Created from a fungus
So many fears
The seers try to warn us
I hear today
Who will I tell it to tomorrow?

The bots of e-mail regale lies
That spread the rumors wide
And lots who like recycled lies
Will spew 'em out
Like pesticide

Conspiracies catch on like a virus
Like the whanger on Miley Cyrus
Expiring all of those who inspire us
Build 'em up, trash 'em when they tire us

There's scads of catty, batty tales
That make us scream "Forsooth!"
And when their dodgy logic fails
We go to Snopes in hopes of truth

We're all dopes, oh, but the Snopes knows
We're all dopes, oh, but the Snopes knows