Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh So Bucco, artist - Rick MoranisDate of issue: 16.01.2006
Song language: English
Oh So Bucco |
| I’m wearing fifty ex-chinchillas |
| And a gator each per boot |
| Hog-tied around my waste-line |
| Suede trimming on my suit |
| Got a bear-skin rug and leather couch |
| And antlers on the walls |
| Goose-neck lamps and decoys make |
| Impeccable duck calls |
| Had a mixed grill fry for breakfast |
| Pair of mutton chops for lunch |
| Rare sirloin tips for supper |
| George Foreman’d by the bunch |
| A nightcap chaw of jerky |
| And a cup of ox tail soup |
| A swig of wild turkey |
| Makes a happier coop |
| And I say Oh so bucco |
| What the heck’s the big old deal |
| Was I away the day that someone said |
| A monkee invented the wheel? |
| My after-shave's been tested |
| On a thousand stubbled rats |
| My hearing aid’s derived from tech |
| Discovered from trained bats |
| My Lipitor cured countless chimps |
| Before it could save me |
| No that ain’t me tap dancin' |
| Those are new titanium knees |
| And I say Oh so Bucco |
| What the hell’s the big kaboo |
| For some of us to have a fine old time |
| We’ve got to sacrifice a few |
| I didn’t see the Prius turn |
| I honked the Hummer’s horn |
| The moose, the rack, the rods and guns |
| The whole front end was shorn |
| They flew me to Bethesda |
| Choppered me in DOA |
| Left behind the liver |
| Rushed my kidneys to L. A |
| My hair wound up in transplant |
| My lips were wrapped and sealed |
| Tongue tied up in customs |
| My skin was dried and pealed |
| Corneas went Fedex |
| Eardrums next day ground |
| Took whatever’s workin' |
| Left the rest in lost and found |
| Now I am Oh so Bucco |
| Eventually you crash and burn |
| To everything there’s open season |
| I guess it was this monkee’s turn |