Everything You Know Is Wrong

"Weird Al" Yankovic

I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed: Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Luis?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?
I probably would have kept on guessing
But about that time we crashed into the truck
And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
Finally I recognized the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was walking to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I accidentally stepped into an alternative dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr
They sucked out my internal organs
And they took some polaroids
And said I was a darn good sport
And as a way of saying thank you
They offered to transport me back to
Any point in history that I would care to go
And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
So I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of
Colonel Sanders started yelling

I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
When I got a nasty papercut
And well, to make a long story short
It got infected and I died
So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter
By the pearly gates
And it's obvious he doesn't like
The Nehru jacket I'm wearing
He tells me that they've got a dress code
Well, he let's me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
For all eternity
And everyday he runs by screaming