I don't believe this, I get rid of those two evil maniacs

Trying 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 the 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 had the nerve to jump in the face of Race Bannon

Punked out, luckily he detonate it

Guess who just smothered whose credited with editing it?

He meant molter, the cop out

And have no other career choice, he dropped out

Since when the Wayouts included Zorak

Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax

I'm not the one who 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, he really 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, hes on BPT

Catch him on public access free TV

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

How you're man got a show that's so wack? What?

Have you ever thought to work with Earl Ignignat and them?

Do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm?

Another sec, his neck woulda caught flames

Mouse switch the screen to some hot dames

Tonights audience received big screen video games

And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful aims, it's just a shame

Zoning, competing for the same prime time slot as Conan

No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement free lunch to any stunt

Who lets me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed

To be sleeping or else join us 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 destructor ray's a played out gag

And that cape and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out

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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 and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me"

Tomorrow is Father Guido Sarducci

Father MC and Charo, coochie coochie

With her new bestseller, who you call a Hoochie

Proud sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie Noochies

Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs and find out

How they get inside those sugar pie walls?

Our next guest, a real cutie specimen

And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson

So, Judy, boxers briefs or fig leaf

As you know I wear my boxers over my big

Cue the rapper, tell him to bring what little he got

Up against Villy, he's really not diddley squat until they head hurt

When it come to wreck, cruisers like them dudes

Are red shirts off Star Trek, ke 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 awhile?

Yeah, America's craving some Doom, here you go