OH, TOP FORTY
(Tune: Oh, Susanna)
As sung by Homer & Jethro

I come from Nashville, Tennessee, a guitar on my knee.
I just made a record and a millionaire I'll be.

Oh, top forty, you better make room for me.
I just made a record and a millionaire I'll be.

Oh, I sing like Elvis Presley; I'm bound to be a hit,
But I kind o' look like Frankenstein, an' that may hurt a bit.

They're pressin' all the records out o' buckwheat flour, I've learned.
That's in case o' things go wrong, we can eat all the returns.

Oh, top forty, you better make room for me.
I just made a record; I'm in showbiz, yessirree.

A guy just bought a thousand; I was proud to....(?)
He's usin' them for targets in his shootin' galleree.

But it's goin' great in Fairbanks, in Alaska where it snows.
We've only sold five records there, but I'm big with the Eskimos.

Oh, they sell my records in the supermarkets, next to the canned beef stew.
Mama can buy my records there, and she'll get some Green Stamps, too.

I saw my record in a jukebox, but somethin's wrong, no doubt.
I put in a dime to hear it, an' a ham sandwich came out.

Oh, top forty, you better make room for me.
I just made a record and a millionaire I'll be.