The Lyrics
I bought this book and thought I’d share,
About this organ for those who care.
Mostly forgotten, rarely seen,
So sit right back and I’ll exspleen
Super, duper, jello, fellow.
Super, duper, jello, fellow.
Pooper, scooper, maggot, bag it,
Pooper, scooper, pooper.
When the spleen’s out, it’s quite dangerous,
Pays to have one, like the pancreas.
Immune system, advantageous,
No infections, how outrageous.
A lymphatic, intense tissue
A fine filter, that’ll cleanse you.
Yeah. Hey. Yay.
The upper left abdomen,
Is where the spleen will always blend.
The red and white, pulp assigned,
Will keep the blood from getting maligned.
Howdy, Doody, Fruity, Tooty,
Howdy, Doody, Fruity, Tooty,
Lucy, goosy, Lucy, exspleen.
Lucy, goosy, Lucy.
Leukocytes out, some debacle,
On my finger, on my knockle.
I feel tepid, and stupendous,
Osterizer, gonna blend us.
Cappuccino, and a latte
An espresso, buzz a lot eh?
Yeah. Hey. Yay.
And I detest the misnomer,
The best cartoon is with Homer.
There’s only one, that’s plain as pie,
It’s Peter Griffin, the Family Guy.
Stewie, baby, huey, Stewie,
Brian, fryin’, pryin’, cryin’,
Quagmire, on fire, satire, flat tire,
Quahog, go jog, in fog.
When the spleen’s out, there’s big trouble,
Like Bazooka, with no bubble.
Immune system, happy pow wow,
Fuel injection, in your car now.
A Corolla, a Camaro,
A Scirocco, my Durango.
A new Prius, oil free us,
Buy a Hybrid, just like I did.
60 miles, to the gallon,
Little quirky, Sarah Palin.
Disappeared like, that Tim Allen.
Huhhhhhhhhhh?