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 this 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 waving that power band space cannon

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

Punked out, luckily he deaded it

Guess who's the schmuck who's 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 BPT

Catch him on public access free TV

And we're back, live on the air with Brak

So, Brak, how your man got a show that's so wack?

Have you ever thought to work with Earl?

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 zoning

Competing 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 a hour, the kids supposed 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 BYOB 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, looking like a straight out

Dag, don't mean to sound crunchy

Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchy

A light snack, hungry munchy

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 starting to get a little moody, 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 squeeze 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 **** 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 craving some DOOM, here you go