Labor Day

On my TV screen
Every Labor Day
Fuckin' Jerry Lewis
Make him go away
Make him go away
Make him go away
He’s fucked up my labor day
Make him go away
One, two, three, four!
Jerry Lewis
I’m comin' to get ya
You’re gonna run, you’re gonna hide
Jerry Lewis
This squad’s gonna get ya
And make you commit TV suicide
Give him 24 hours
He’ll do what he please
He’d be on welfare
If it weren’t for this disease
His eyes get red
And his face gets mean
I guess that’s what you get
When you take amphetamine
One, two, earth, shoe!
Jerry Lewis
I’m comin' to get ya
You’re gonna run, you’re gonna hide
Jerry Lewis
This squad’s gonna get ya
And make you commit TV suicide
In France they appreciate me
In France they know I’m a genius
(stupid Jerry Lewis noise)