Space Ho's

I don't believe this!

I get rid of those two evil maniacs who try to ruin my show

And I get two evil GUESTS who are trying to ruin my show

FEH!

Just who came up with the stupid idea

Of giving Space Ghost a talk show in the first place?

How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal

Any given second he could go mad postal

Stay wavin' that power band space cannon

And have the nerve to jump in the face of Race Bannon

Punked out; luckily he deaded it

And guess who's the schmuck whose credited with editing it?

Your man Moltar, the cop out

Ain't have no other career choice, he dropped out

Since when the Way-Outs included Zorak

Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax

I'm not the one that sold him to it

If he won't admit it, I'm not gonna hold him to it

It's all love and no hate though

For all that, the Villain need to get his own late show

Do a monologue and jest with the guests

Madlib, switch the beat and walk him to the desk

With Danger holding down the control room

Late again returning from commercial - I told you Doom!

Early, he's on B.P.T

Catch him on public access free TV

And we're back, live on the air with Brak {"Hey!"}

So Brak, how your man got a show that's so whack? {"What?"}

Have you ever thought to work with Err and Ignignokt an' them?

And do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm?

Another sec', his neck woulda got flames

Mouse switched the screen to some hot dames

Tonight's audience will receive miscreant video games

And fifteen seconds of fame - pitiful lames!

It's just a shame; I'm zonin

Competin for the same prime time slot as Conan

No dummy, Edogawa

Announcement free lunch to any stunt who lets me plow her

In the shower for an hour, the kids 'sposed to be asleep

Or else to join it sound like Road Runner - BEEP BEEP!

Later this week - Big Ben Klingon

After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on

... Keep it ghetto

And let 'em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go

I'd like to propose a toast

To the grossest host, Space Ho's Coast to Coast

That destructo ray's a played out gag

And the cape and the pants suit, lookin like a straight out...

Dag! Don't mean to sound crunchy

Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchie

A light snack, hungry munchie

Felt a funny hunch, then she told him donkey punch me

Tomorrow it's Father Guido Sarducci

Father MC, and Charo "Coochie Coochie"

With her new best seller, "Who You Call a Hoochie?"

A proud sponsor of the snoochie boochie noochies

Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs

And find out how to get inside them sugar pie walls

Our next guest a real cutey specimen

And she's startin to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson

So Judy; boxers, briefs or fig leaf?

As you know I wear my boxers so my big Cue the rapper tell him bring what little he got

Up against the Villy, it's really not diddly-squat

Until they head hurts - when it come to wreck

Crews is like them dudes in red shirts off Star Trek

He Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy

Been b-boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys

Born to be the host with the most

When it's on it's on, Space Ho's Coast to Coast

You think I'm just gonna hand over my show to you DOOM?

Have you lost your {fucking} mind?

Listen; I'm not gonna hand my show over to you

You know why? Because, it's my show

Mine, not yours - Space Ghost

It ain't "Doom Coast to Coast"

Yeah, yeah sure, here are the keys to the show

Why don't you drive for a while?

Yeah America's cravin some Doom, here you go