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.