Sign-up FREE! View Cart Login
HyperLink
2 Online
 
 
Song Details
Rank this week: 26 (↑36)
Duration: 11:23 
Release Date: 1999  (Stavro Arrgolus) 
Lyrics By: Al Yankovic (Stavro Arrgolus) 
Music By: Al Yankovic (Stavro Arrgolus) 
Produced By: Al Yankovic (Stavro Arrgolus) 
Released By: Volcano (Stavro Arrgolus) 
Published By: Ear Booker Music (Stavro Arrgolus) 
Licensing: BMI  #4885437 
Keywords:
Reviews:
Facts:
Song Lyrics:
NOTE: Lyrics in italics denote lyrics that were sung.


Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop. You know the place. Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy! Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast.
Awww - Big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single mornin'
It was driving me crazy
I said to my mom I said "Hey, mom, what's with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother, she just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train. And she leaned right down next to me. And she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force-fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 1/2 years old. That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh-so-fluffy. Where the Shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel! Wacka wacka doo-doo yeah!
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true. Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize. That's right, a first class one-way ticket...

To Albuquerque
Albuquerque

Oh yeah

You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before and I gotta tell ya, it was really great. except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor. And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time. The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore, and oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died!
Except for me. You know why?
'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position

Ah ha ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ahhhh!
So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage. I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days. Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my 12-pound bowling ball and my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel.
But finally I arrived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn where the towels are oh-so-fluffy. And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna. It's OK, they're clean.
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the AC and I turned on the SpectraVision and I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Well now, who could that be? I say "Who is it?" No answer. "Who is it?" There's no answer. "WHO IS IT?" They're not sayin' anything. So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected, it's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock Of Seagulls haircut and only one nostril. Oh man, I hate it when I'm right. So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel and I'm like
"Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me!"
And he's like "Tough."
And I'm like "Give it!"
And he's like "Make me!"
And I'm like "'Kay!" So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus and I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows and I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation yes indeed, you better believe it.
And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook. And 20 seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. And you know what it said? I'll tell you what it said! It said...
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"

In Albuquerque
Albuquerque


Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest. I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice. But first, I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop and I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"
I said "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts."
I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts."
I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts!"
I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?"
He said "NO, we're outta cinnamon rolls!"
I said "You got any apple fritters?"
He said "NO, we're outta apple fritters!"
I said "You got any bear claws?"
He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check."
(instrumental break)
"No, we're outta bear claws!"
I said "Well, in that case - in that case, what do you have?"
He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels."
I said "OK, I'll take that."
So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out and they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over (rabid gnawing sounds) Oh man, they were just going nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head. I believe it went a little something like this...
"Doh!
Get 'em off me!
Get 'em off me!
Oh!
No, get 'em off, get 'em off!
Oh, oh God,
Oh God!
Oh, get 'em off me!
Oh, oh God!
Ah!" (more screaming)
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a constipated wiener dog. And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches. I'll never forget the first thing she said to me. She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face."
That's when I knew it was true love. We were inseparable after that. Aw, we ate together, we bathed together. We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got married and we bought us a house and had two beautiful children: Nathaniel and Superfly. Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah. But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me, She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said "Whoa, hold on now, baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!" So we broke up and I never saw her again but that's just the way things go...

In Albuquerque
Albuquerque


Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler. I even made employee of the month after I put that grease fire out with my face. Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attitude. OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw."
So I did.
And then he gets all indignant on me He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great, How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud. Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname: Torso Boy. So what's he complaining about? Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote. This guy comes up to me on the street and tells me he hasn't had a bite in three days. Well, I knew what he meant but just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein. And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over and I'm like "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just kept rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming! (screaming sounds) You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation. Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know? Anyway, um, um, where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought. Uh, well, uh, anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it but... I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is
I... HATE... SAUERKRAUT!
That's all I'm really tryin' to say. And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandary, full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours
There's still a little place.

Called Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Albuquerque (Albuquerque)
Albuquerque (Albuquerque)
Albuquerque (Albuquerque)
Albuquerque (Albuquerque)
I said "A" (A)
"L" (L)
"B" (B)
"U" (U)
"querque" (querque)
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Al...buquerque!!


(belch)





Here are the lyrics from the album booklet.

NOTE: The following lyrics are type exactly as they appear in the booklet.

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in a corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place... Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuuust peachy... except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would... you know what? The rest of these lyrics aren't gonna fit on here. There's just no room left. What a drag, huh? I guess we didn't plan this out very well . . . probably should've used a smaller font or a bigger piece of paper or something. Sorry. We all feel just horrible about this. Well, I guess you'll just have to listen really carefully and try to figure out the words for yourself. Good luck.
(Sonic SBL)
HyperLink  
Current Rating 6.4 (3 votes)
Song Images:
Messages about the song: "Albuquerque"
 
 
Enter a New Message
Message:
RadEditor - HTML WYSIWYG Editor. MS Word-like content editing experience thanks to a rich set of formatting tools, dropdowns, dialogs, system modules and built-in spell-check.
RadEditor's components - toolbar, content area, modes and modules
   
Toolbar's wrapper  
Content area wrapper
RadEditor's bottom area: Design, Html and Preview modes, Statistics module and resize handle.
It contains RadEditor's Modes/views (HTML, Design and Preview), Statistics and Resizer
Editor Mode buttonsStatistics moduleEditor resizer
 
 
RadEditor's Modules - special tools used to provide extra information such as Tag Inspector, Real Time HTML Viewer, Tag Properties and other.
   

 

 
Song samples are provided for information purposes only and are intended to enable the users to sample the music (as they are in very low quality) before they take the decision of purchasing the music. This right is expressly permitted under "Fair Use" as nonprofit educational purposes only. The ownership of the copyright of the songs rests with the respective owners.

Home - News - Forums - Features - Shows - Songs - Artists - About - Friends - Blogs - Search - Help
© 2004-2017 Mad Music Productions, LLC, all rights reserved. Portions are Copyright by their respective copyright holders.