Tytuł: Everything You Know Is Wrong

• Wykonawca: Weird Al Yankovic
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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 Louie?"
  "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 recognize 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 walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
  When I accidentally stepped into an alternate 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
  
  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 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 that I'm wearing
  He tells me that they've got a dress code
  
  Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
  But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
  For all eternity
  And every day he runs by screaming
  
  Everything you know is wrong
  Black is white, up is down and short is long
  And everything you used to think was so important
  Doesn't really matter anymore
  Because the simple fact remains that
  
  Everything you know is wrong
  Just forget the words and sing along
  All you need to understand is
  Everything you know is wrong
  Everything you know is wrong