(Crow):Fine, you said it four times already! We get it!
Whenever you're in town
(Tom):Oh, so he has instant notification, because he suddenly can't speak!
I saw you 'cross the dance floor (dancin')
(Mike):Can't believe you slipped on that spilled drink.
I thought of birds and bees (reproductive system baby)
(Crow):NOW you're ngetting vulgar!
And when I tried to speak to ya (talk talk)
(Tom):Yadda yadda yadda.
My tongue unravelled to my knees (flippety-flippety-flop)
(Mike):And that's why I'm a circus freak!
I tried to say I love you (love you)
(Crow):But I said I hate you. Sorry about that.
But it came out kind of wrong, girl (wrong girl)
(Tom):Wrong girl? Maybe the echo is telling him something.
It sounded like "Nunubididoo" (tongue tied)
(Mike):The least popular Gregorian chant.
Nuh mur nuh murh ni nong nurl
(Crow):Yeah, tell it like it is!
'Cause you make me tongue tied (tongue tied)
(Tom):Ha, I laugh at your attempts to say "She sells seashells by the seashore."
Tongue tied, whenever you are near me (near me)
(Mike):So just get the hell away, would ya?
Be-dobby-durgle (dobby-durgle)
(Crow):(sings)Dobby dobby durgle. Can't help but wonder why....
Tongue tied (tongue tied)
(Tom):Wo, did you know this guy gets tongue tied?
Whenever you're around
(Mike):So get the hint and BACK OFF.
Oh I'm beggin' on my knees
(Crow):Don't kick me in the groin again.
Sweet, sweet darling, listen please
(Tom):Glibble de gloof dolp.
Understand me when I say
(Mike):I have a fetish involving your underwear.
Bedurble-diggle-doggle-dooby-doggle-durgle-day
(Crow):One of the best lyrical songs of our times.
I'm trying to say nungy-nangy (nangy-nungy)
(Tom):And I did! I'll be damned.
Ningy-nongy, why can't I tell you clearly (clearly)
(Mike):Clearly, you need to get out and see more women.
Be-dobby-durgle (dobby-durgle)
(Crow):I don't really agree with that.
Durgle-dobby (durgle-dobby)
(Tom):Well, that IS a valid argument.
Whenever you're around (around)
(Mike):(echo) (echo) (echo) (echo)
Whenever you're around (around)
(Crow):So get the hell outta my face.
Host segment:
(Crow and Tom on the bridge)
Tom: Yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout your nervous system babe!
Crow: Yeah, rock it!
(Mike enters)
Mike: Hey, what's going on?
Tom: Hey, Mike. We're singing songs about the human bodies various internal systems, like it had in that song.
Mike: I see.
Crow: Yeah, we've already done the digestive and reproductive systems.
Mike: Glad I wasn't here for that.
Tom: Well, now we're on the nervous sytem.
Mike: Uh huh. And you've penned a song about it?
Crow: Yep. Servo's gonna sing it for us.
Tom: Yes indeed. It's to the tune of The Backstreet Boys "That Way."
Mike: Ugh. A certainly hideous song.
Tom: Just a different reflection of the song we riffed, Mike.
Mike: Oh, alright, take it away.
Servo: Ok. Ahem.
You're burned by fire
And touch takes you higher
Your nerves carry it away
As electrical brain waves
And the spinal cord ta-akes
It up, the brain ma-akes
the pain. Can explain for days
'Bout electrical brain waves
Tell me why
I'm feeling all this cold air
Tell me how
It's interpretted up there
It's alright
They're all brought the same way
Through electrical brain waves.
Electrical brain waaaves...
Crow: Huh. Not bad, for a Backstreet Boys song.
Tom: Yeah, I'm probably not doing those guys again.
Mike: Well, it was very educating. Thanks Tom.
Tom: Any time.
Mike: We'll be back later.
Tom: Maybe Alanis Morissette next time.
Crow and Mike: NO!
(fade out)
I'm Soth, with all your total requests.
Stinger: In my kidneys and my liver (digestive system baby)
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