Disclaimer- Yeah, yeah…

Author’s Note: This is my second “Weird Al” Yankovic parody. Once again, don’t take it seriously, ‘kay?

(Music starts in)

Down in the Death Egg, all the SWATs were standing guard,

On the look-out for intruders to capture for ‘ol Lord of Lard,

When his nephew busted in, nearly scared ‘em half to death,

Had a laser pistol in his hand and cheap whisky on his breath.

From his head to his boots, he was covered with ammo,

Like a little, skinny drunk, disgruntled wino.

And he smiled as he said, with a gleam in his eye,

“Happy Doomsday to all- NOW YOU’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!”

(Chorus) The night Snively went crazy,

The night ‘ol Shrimp-boat went insane.

Realized he’d been getting a raw deal,

Something finally must have snapped in his brain.

Well, the Death Egg is gone now,

He decided to bomb it.

Everywhere, you’ll find pieces of Scratch and Grounder.

And he tied up the WorkerBots,

And he held the SWATs hostage,

And he ground up poor Coconuts into monkey sausage.

He got Commander Packbell with an old German Luger,

And he slashed up Robotnik just like Freddy Kruger,

Than he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Cluck,

And he took a big bite and said, “It tastes just like chicken!”

(Chrous) The night Snively went crazy,

The night ‘ol Cueball went nuts.

Now you can’t hardly walk around Robotropolis

Without stepping in robot parts.

There’s the Mobius Guard and the Freedom Fighters,

There’s a van from the Mobius News and Hovercrafts circling around in the sky.

And the laser blasts are flying, the body count’s rising,

And everyone’s dying to know, “Oh, Snively, why?

My, my, my, my, my, my,

You used to be such a weak little guy.”

Yes, the Devil’s Gulag,

Now Snively’s doing time

In a well-guarded prison for his infamous crime.

Hey, little friend now, don’t you cry no more tears,

He’ll be out with good behavior… IN 700 MORE YEARS!

But now Antoine’s in therapy,

And Tails is still nervous,

And the WorkerBots all got jobs working for the Postal Service.

And they say Princess Sally, she’s on the phone every night,

With her lawyer, negotiating the movie rights.

They’re talking ‘bout…

(Chorus) The night Snively went crazy,

The night ‘ol Needlenose flipped.

Broke his back for his fatass uncle,

Sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped.

The night Snively went crazy,

The night ‘ol Shrimp-boat went insane,

Realized he’d been getting a raw deal,

Something finally must have snapped in his brain.

Whoa-oh, something finally must have in his brain,

Tell ya, something finally must have snapped in his brain,

Yeah, something finally must have snapped… in his brain.

THE END

I apologize if I offended anyone, I really do. Well, hey, it’s not supposed to be taken seriously, keep in mind. I was just bored! Hope ya got a good laugh out of it though!

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