I'm watching the charts every week and hoping something will pop into my head.
I have a long-standing history of respecting artists' wishes.
I don't think there are any new media I'd like to cover.
In the '80s, I was putting out an album virtually every year, I think mostly based on fear - that if I didn't, people would soon forget about me.
My personal taste doesn't enter into it a lot when I make my decisions as to what to parody.
So that's why one of my rules of parody writing is that it's gotta be funny regardless of whether you know the source material. It has to work on its own merit.
Take down those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine.
My wife went off with Elvis.
You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.
You can try on our suede underwear if you choose. Do what you want, but don't step on my blue suede shoes.
Left all my Beatle records out in the sun, got a coke bottle stuck on the end of my tongue.
Until you came along I never dated anyone this low on the food chain.
I'm obviously not a rapper, and I don't have any claims to be one, really.
I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem that time that you made it with the whole hockey team.
I dated Siamese twins, I slept with Big Foot, too. Get me on Sally Jesse, put me on Donahue.
Midget wrestling on channel 3, it costs me 50 bucks a month.
My velvet Elvis means the world to me. Although he may not be worth much dough, he means more to me than some old Rembrandt or Van Gogh.
I was abducted by some aliens from space who kind a looked like Jamie Farr.
Every night for dinner we had a big chunk of dirt.
A lot of rap songs don't usually have a lot of melody per se.
At this point I've got a bit of a track record. So people realize that when 'Weird Al' wants to go parody, it's not meant to make them look bad... it's meant to be a tribute.
There are a lot of songs that would ostensibly be a good candidate for parody, yet I can't think of a clever enough idea.
There's enough people that do unfunny music. I'll leave the serious stuff to Paris Hilton and Kevin Federline.
I love the way they run in fright when I turn on the kitchen light. And when I squish them on the ground, they make a pleasant crunchy sound.
A lot of artists have really been supportive over the years.
