“Perfect Strangers” was my favorite sitcom/I’d watch every Friday with my sister and mom/when “Family Matters” got Urkel, it was a hit/and I stayed in on weekends for a bit.
Archive for tv
You’re welcome, thanks/Yeah, that’s Carlton Banks/but it feels shocking/to see him young, popping and locking.
If you want a rapping ad/with cheesy rhymes for food that’s bad/then I’m gonna insist/that you can’t touch this.
The Stella guys are our spiritual brethren/they’re hotter than fire and wetter than/American summers and other cult flicks/that you buy on DVD to get your fix.
It’s summer, you tired of reruns?/think everything on the tube is no fun?/Well, hell, don’t even start, man/just get up and do the Bartman.
You gotta keep your rhymes tame/if they’re gonna be on TV games/You don’t know Jack, Alex/What is “wack,” Alex?
Mario and Luigi, from games to TV/trying to save the princess, you know it aint’ easy/and if you thought that was a hassle/sorry, your rhymes are in another castle.
Paula Abdul – I can’t tell she’s high
She’s singing with a cartoon cat
Falling around like her signs aren’t vital
years before hosting “American Idol”
Don’t bust a grape/don’t break your tape/act like you know what it’s all about/and listen to the raisins, check ‘em out.