And here's to you, Ms. Anne Robinson,
Regis hates you more than you can tell.
Oh, Oh well.
What's that you say? Ms. Anne Robinson,
That I am the weakest link, good-bye.
My, my, my
My, my.

You'd like to know a little bit about me for your show,
You ask me about movies, sports and art.
You ask me why I voted off some guy I didn't know,
I wonder why I'm being dissed by this Tory tart.

And here's to you, Ms. Anne Robinson,
Regis hates you more than you can tell.
Oh, Oh well.
Whets that you say? Ms. Anne Robinson,
That I am the weakest link, good-bye.
My, my, my
My, my.

Sitting on their sofas on a quite Monday eve,
The viewers they all know where I rank.
I thought that I was doing fine until you turned to me,
and asked me stuff I didn't know when I forgot to bank.

Coo coo ka-choo, Ms. Anne Robinson,
Regis hates you more than you can tell.
Oh, Oh well.
Whets that you say? Ms. Anne Robinson,
That I am the weakest link, good-bye.
My, my, my
My, my.

We voted someone else off, I survived another round,
You asked me how I could last so long again.
With your short hair and your glasses and your sneering icy stare,
Standing next to you Marge Thatcher is a ten.

Where have you gone Trebek, and Pat Sajak?
You don't treat your guests like they are simps.
You're not imps.
What's that you say? Ms. Anne Robinson
Nice game hosts are nothing more than wimps
Or brain dead chimps.
Brain dead chimps.