There's only twenty-four spoofs in me
And this is twenty-five
Spent the last month just writing spoofs
Online for amiright
Spent that whole time just digging up
My humor's shallow grave
For the two dozen in me
And this new one I just made

A rich man once told me
"Hey you left open your fly"
A poor man once told me
That he can't afford a roach
Now I write parody songs on a Jersey Transit coach 'cause
There's just twenty-four spoofs in me
And this is twenty-five
Spent the last month just writing spoofs
Online for amiright
Spent that whole time just digging up
My humor's shallow grave
For the two dozen in me
And this new one I just made

So I went and asked my Sweetie,
(Even though I know her name),
Do you like the spoofs I've written?
Should I do more of same?
She said, if Wierd Al Yankovic
Performs some of 'em live
"If there's just twenty-four spoofs in ya, boy
Whaddaya got to hide?"

So I'm gonna take a litte break
Write a biography
And if I can do better,
I'll write spoofs for a fee
But I'd better keep my wife's respect
And my day job alive
Since there are twenty-four spoofs in me
And this one's twenty-five