Devo Spice of Sudden Death suggested this one, quite by accident, and it grew into a monster. Not to mention that it's about as meta as it gets. Special guest appearances by and many thanks to Rob Balder, Carrie Dahlby, Devo, Robert Lund and Spaff, Seamonkey, Possible Oscar, Raymond and Scum, The Great Luke Ski, and Shoebox of Worm Quartet. It absolutely must be mentioned that I did not tell anybody what to record. The only one I told NOT to do something was Shoebox, because he was going to do something cute with his kid, but Devo had already done something cute with HIS kid. I just provided a framework; my excellent fellow FuMPers brought Teh Fonni, and I thank them all a lot. (Their chance for turnabout and fair play and all that came, of course, when I screwed up my leg in June 2008, and Rob coordinated a cover album of my stuff to help pay my expenses, and my fellow FuMPers kicked all kinds of musical ass.)
It's ten o'clock on a Thursday
And the regular FuMP song ain't done
So they give me a ring, they know I'll have something
Finished by eleven fifty-one.
Rob Balder is silly, and wears great nerd glasses,
And Devo does techno-geek rap,
But me, I'm here to cover their asses
When the other guys run out of crap.
I've got a rep for fast songwork,
But the pressure sometimes is intense,
I write and I mix with some audio tricks
And I pray that the damn thing makes sense.
Luke Ski is ambitious, so many huge plans,
The Gothsicles have them as well
But me, I'm here to cover their cans
When everything goes all to hell.
Now Possible Oscar have talent,
Musicianship seeps from their pores,
But when in the schedule they're over their heads, they'll
Pound my metaphorical doors.
The Bards go on tour from Midsummer to Easter
And Raymond and Scum all year long,
But me, I'm here to cover their keisters
When instantly they need a song.
When Seamonkey's lost in the bushes
And Paul and Storm bust their balloons
Me, I'm here to cover their tushes
So Doctor Demento has tunes.
When Coulton is touring and MC Lars is
Too busy to throw stuff our way
Me, I'm here to cover their arses
Here I come to save the day.
When Carrie and Carla are both going nuts,
When Shoebox's keyboard just croaks,
Me, I'm here to cover their butts
And hopefully make up new jokes.
And now that I've shown you what brass is,
I think that we're at the last line,
It's really no problem to cover their asses,
Someday I'll ask them to do mine.