Everything You Know Is Wrong

"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 Luis?
    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 recognized 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 walking to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
    When I accidentally stepped into an alternative 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

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    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 let's me into heaven anyway
    But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
    For all eternity
    And everyday 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) everything you know is wrong

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    Composición: Weird Al Yankovic

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