Garfield & Friends (Rap)
he's fat and he's lazy; he sleeps and he's so crazy
he's funky, he's groovy; he's grumpy, he's moody
he's my main cat Garfield (that's me)
the fuzzy little ears on the top of his head
eyelids hangin down like he just got out of bed
a bustin dialect, he's a cat and i know that
a-groovin with the sounds he can really get down
playin with Odie spells disaster
but Garfield's the cat and remains the master
double rabble babble, he's a cat and i know that
but stickin with the facts, he can take you on back
he's so fat, he's so fat, and he loves the lasagne
eatin it whole with the sticky parmesan, yeah... [parmigiana?]
Garfield and friends; here they come, here they come, here they come!

Liberty Street (by Cowboy Junkies)
Today's the day that the world becomes my oyster
Today's the day that I've set aside
To find a place in the new sunshine
Today's the day I start using my voice, sir

Today's the day that I crack that shell
And probe it for a pearl or two
Today's the day cause that's my choice sir

Just Over the Brooklyn Bridge (Music: Marvin Hamlisch. Lyrics: Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Performed by: Art Garfunkel)
A world of its own
The streets where we played
The friends on every corner
Were the best we ever made
The backyards and the schoolyards
And the trees that watched us grow
The days of love when dinnertime
Was all you had to know
Whenever I think of yesterday
I close my eyes and see
That place, just over the Brooklyn Bridge
That'll always be home to me
It'll always be home to me

Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (short version)
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all, koolin' all
Shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near
The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, 'Nah, forget it.' "Yo, Homes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo, Homes, smell ya later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

Lenny
When I come down this boulevard
Just cut me slack cause I work hard
No I don't need a body guard
Cause no one backs me down
Y'know I can't buy Diamonds
Mink or sable
But I put food upon this table
I do everything I'm able
And no on backs me down

I'm just a man who feels that all his
Work never is in vain
I'm just a man who holds his family
Sheltered from the rain

Mad About You
Tell me why I love you like I do
Tell me who can start my heart as much as you
Tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you most of mine
They say nobody's perfect, but that's really true this time
I don't have the answers, I don't have a plan
I'm mad about you baby, so darlin' help me understand
What we do, you can whisper in my ear
Where we go, who knows what happens after here?
Let's take each other's hands as we jump into the final frontier
Mad about you baby
Yeah-ah, I'm mad about you

In a Laid Back Way (Theme from "Harts of the West". written and performed by Clint Black)
When life takes a turn it can force you to look
Can you count on one hand the chances you took?
You trade in your heroes and be in the book
If it's win lose or draw and just you on the hook
There's nothin' that can't be arranged
Whether you're sittin' in traffic or ridin' the range
When everything normal looks strange
And more than our whiskey to change
We're beyond the horizon and lookin for more
Ridin' into the sunset from our own front door
Gettin' out of the saddle when we get too sore
Fight none of the battles that we did before
The Harts of the west are gonna beat that way
Couldn't buy the attention that we have to pay
Wouldn't think of tomorrow, it becomes today
We'll do it in a laid back way

The Mask
I got my wit and my winnin' smile
I'm a livin' lesson in flair and style
And you just can't help but stare at my savoir-faire
And I'm Nouveau, Deco, Roman-Greco, Rococo, Barroco
Be-bop and hip-hop, eh...flip flop!
Somebody stop me!
Pretty Viridian faces like mine
don't come a dime a dozen
I stand out in a crowd
They went they made me yeah they broke the mold
Wholesome and kind, staid and refined
Totally out of my mind!
Awwwwww, these villains and ne'er-do-wells
Had better learn to decorate prison cells
Green goes with anything if they ask, see
There's one last thing I gotta sing about
Open up wide and really shout
Ohhhhh, look out!
This is the mask! Smokin!

The Jazzy Jeff Breakdown (an ad for Starter caps)
Yo- this is Jazzy Jeff
And how did I get my starter hat to look like this?
The Jazzy Jeff Breakdown

First you grab the hat
Then you grip the hat
Then you flip the hat
Make sure it's a Starter hat
Then you raise the hat
Then you slam the hat!
Then you twist the hat
Then you turn the hat
Then you spin the hat
Then you smoothe the hat

Hey- don't forget. Look for the star.

Blossom
Don't know about the future, that's anybody's guess
Ain't no good reason for gettin' all depressed
Buy up your pad and pencil, I'll give you a piece of my mind
In my opinionation, the sun is gonna surely shine

Stop all your fussin', slap on a smile
Come out and walk in the sun for awhile
Don't fight the feeling, you know you wanna have a good time
And in my opinionation, the sun is gonna surely shine

Cheers
Makin' your way in the world today takes everything you've got
Takin' a break from all your worries sure would help alot
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
You wanna be where you can see out troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows your name
You wanna go where people know people are all the same
You wanna go where everybody knows your name

Material World
We're separated by politics
we're separated by alphabets
Separated by demands for more
Separated by the love of war
Separated, look at how we fight
Let's not be separated tonight

We're separated by [if anyone can tell me the word, i'll be eternally grateful]
We're separated by the color of our skin
Separated by vanity and greed
Separated by the jealousy we heed
Separated, look at how we fight
Let's not be separated...tonight

The Look is CBS
We like stars at night, and sunny days
Stock car races and double plays
We like hats, cats, and rock & roll
Birthday cakes and the super bowl
North and south, east and west

The look of America is CBS
The look is CBS, oh yeah
The look of America is CBS
The look is CBS

We like playin' ball, and shootin' pool
Mmm, after hours, and after school
We like old jeans, and fax machines
Good friends and the American dream
The time is now, the time is now, the word is yes
The look of America is CBS
The look is CBS, oh yeah
The look of America is CBS
The look is CBS

Absolutely Fabulous
This wheel's on fire
Rollin' down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

Red Dwarf
It's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere
I'm all alone, more or less
Let me fly, far away from here
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun sun
I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose
Drinking fresh mango juice
Goldfish shoals, nibbling on my toes
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun

Freakazoid
note: i've found slightly different lyrics on the net, but don't mean i'm gonna change mine. just thot i'd let ya know. that link's got other songs from the series, too...
Super-teen extraordinaire; Freakazoid, Freakazoid
Runs around in underwear; Freakazoid, Freakazoid
Guess who's Watchington, D.C.; Freakazoid, Freakazoid
Unless something better's on TV; Freakazoid, Freakazoid
His brain's overloading; Let's (have/add?) some chocolate coating
Textbook case for Sigmund Freud; Freakazoid, Freakasoid

Check out Dexter Douglas, nerd computer ace
Went surfin' on the Internet, then got zapped to cyberspace
He turned into the Freakazoid, who's strong and super-quick
He drives the villains crazy, cause he's a lunatic

His homebase is the Freakalair; Freakazoid, fricassee
Floyd the barber cuts his hair; Freakazoid, chimpanzee
Drives around in the Freakmobile; Freakazoid, free kazoo
Hopes to make a movie deal; Freakame, Freakayou
He's here to save the nation, so stay tuned to this station
If not we'll be unemployed, Freakazoid, Freakazoid
Freakazoid!

Perfect Strangers
Sometimes the world looks perfect, nothing to rearrange
Sometimes you just get a feeling like you need some kind of change
No matter what the odds are this time, nothing's gonna stand in my way
This flame in my heart, like a long lost friend
Gives every dark street a light at the end

Standin' tall, on the wings of my dreams
Rise and fall, on the wings of my dreams
The rain and thunder, the wind and haze
I'm bound for better days
My life, my dreams
And nothing's gonna stop me now

Max Glick
I am sitting in the back ya-ard
painting three painty-ings
You are writing your writy-ing
On childhood behavior
On childhood behavior

b-b b-b b-b b-b blossoms on the fruit tree-ees
Everywhere greenery
Even goldfish scenery

And you say, "How 'bout a hot meal?"
You say, "How 'bout a hot meal?"
Hot meal, mmm-mm
Hot meal, mmm; everyone likes a hot meal

Johnny Bago (by Jimmy Buffett)
Life's too complicated, it's too complex
Bounced from town to town like rubber checks
Didn't know at the time
I'd pay double for the crime
Not to mention a serious problem with the opposite sex
I guess that's friggin' that
Like an anchovy to an alley-cat
Johnny Bago's gonn have his say
A little further down the lost highway
You see, that's friggin' that
Talkin' to a 'bago diplomat
Johnny Bago's gonna have his say
A little further down the lost highway
A little further down the lost highway

stuff i didn't write