Smack My Bitch Up - Richard Cheese

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

I said, change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Thank you ladies and gentlemen

I’d like to introduce a little thing I like to call, the band

Let’s start with the man behind the piano

He’s a maestro, a master, a man of many melodies

Including the Melody who’s the hostess of the Daily Grill

If you lose your keys, he can find them!

He’s a «Prodigy», as in psychosomatic-addict insane

He’s sitting on his stool, Bobby Ricotta!

Thank you Bobby

And now on bass, he’s high-strung

He’s a stand-up guy.

He’s in an upright and locked position!

He knows the BASIC programming language!

He’s the low man on the totem pole!

He’s Deep Gordon Brie!

Danke, Gordon

And now on drums, on skins, on the trap-set, the cocktail kit, the thing you

that you hit with the thingies

He’s a slick click to pick with a stick!

He’s back with another one of them Block Rockin' Beats!

His middle name is Tom!

He’s «cymbal-ic»!

We’re talking «brush with greatness!»

He likes to bang the drum slowly if you know what I mean, and I think you do,

AM I RIGHT PEOPLE?!

Mr. Bobby Gouda!

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Change my pitch up, smack… bitch…up

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Ouch!