In the year of 1970
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Underneath the old smogberry tree
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First was heard a man that we all know
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The one and only Dr. Demento
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Nixon, Ford, and Carter, Reagan too
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Remember all they did and didn't do
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Through it all, one consistency
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Spending once a week with Dr. D
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So wind your radios way up tight
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Raise your glasses high tonight
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Like wine, his spirit has fermented
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So here's to him, the one who stays demented
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Changes come, seasons pass
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Like Alice through the looking glass
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He shares a world of madness that we cheer
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For fifteen roly poly years.
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So wind your radios way up tight
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Raise your glasses high tonight
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Like wine, his spirit has fermented
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So here's to him, the one who stays demented
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Don't forget to stay demented
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Everybody sing
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He has a very friendly, fuzzy face
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And nobody could ever take his place
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His fans around the globe will never dwindle
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'Cause he fits so many records on his spindle
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Stacks of laughing wax from floor to ceiling
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Well, it gives him such a warm internal feeling
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Whether you're Italian or Egyptian
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He's bound to fill your musical prescription
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Wind your radios way up tight
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Raise your glasses high tonight
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Like wine, his spirit has fermented
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So here's to him, the one who stays demented
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Wind your radios way up tight
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Raise your glasses high tonight
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Like wine, his spirit has fermented
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So here's to him, the one who stays demented
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In the year of 1970
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Underneath the old smogberry trees
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First was heard a man that we all know
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The one and only Dr. Demento
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Yeah
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Dr. Demento's 15th Anniversary Special
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| Weird Al Yankovic |
