Weird Al Yankovic - Craigslist Lyrics
Whoa, yeah!You've got a 65 Chevy MalibuWith automatic drive, a custom paint job tooI'll trade you for my old wheelbarrowAnd a slightly-used sombreroAnd I'll even throw in a stapler, if you insistCraigslistI'm on Craigslist, baby, come onYeahWell, we shared a quick glance Saturday at the mallI never took a chance, never approached you at allYou were a blonde half-Asian with a bad case of gasI was wearin' red Speedos and a hockey maskCome on, let's find that love connection that we missedOn CraigslistYeah, Craigslist, come onI'm on Craigslist, babyMaybe you are tooBee bomp a chonk a donk bim bang booAn open letter to the snotty baristaAt the Coffee Bean on San Vicente Boulevard:I know there were 20 people behind me in lineBut I was on a cell phone call with my motherDidn't you see me hold up my index finger?That means I'll order my soy decaf hazelnut latte in just a couple minutesSo what's with the attitude, lady?No tip for youGot a trash can of Styrofoam peanuts, you can have em for freeYou can drop by on the weekend and pick em up from meBut the trash can ain't part of the dealOnly givin' you the peanuts, get realDon't have no Hefty bags, so bring your ownDon't bug me with questions on the phoneDon't ask for help, don't waste my timeAnd don't complain, cause they won't cost you a dimeJust ask yourselfDo you want my Styrofoam peanuts?You can have my Styrofoam peanutsDo you want my Styrofoam peanuts?You can have 'em allThey're on Craigslist, yeahCraigslist, oh baby, come onI'm on Craigslist, Craigslist, CraigslistI'm on Craigslist, Craigslist, Craigslist nowCraigslist
