Space Hos

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