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(With apologies to Lionel Richie)

I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've punched your face a thousand times
I want to beat you up and pound some more,
Yellow, is it me you're looking for?

I can see it in your eyes
You're a douche like other guys
You're all I've ever hated, (and) my rage will not subside
'Cause you know you look so gay
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much, I loathe you ...

Yellow?
Is it Bleeth you're scroting for?
'Cause it's a wonder what you are,
And I wonder what you do,
Are you somewhere feeling douchey,
Or is someone Bleething you?
 

Taped wrists. Industrial warehouse. Identically clad show ponies. And,,,custom airbrushed Willy Wonka drawstring pants?

I got five bucks American that says we're looking at an aspiring pro wrestler going by either "The Candyman" or "Sweetpants McGee."

I got ten bucks for the first one of his pals that takes a folding chair and knocks that yellow mop into the third row.
 

We're Off To See The Douchebag
(Follow the Yellow-haired Choad)

(With apologies to Dorothy)


Follow the Yellow-haired Choad. Follow the Yellow-haired Choad.
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the Yellow-haired Choad.
Follow the Yellow-haired, Follow the Yellow-haired,
Follow the Yellow-haired Choad.

We're off to see the Douchebag, The Wonderful Douchebag of Oz.
You'll find he is a douche of a bag! If ever a douche there was.
If ever oh ever a douche! There was The Douchebag of Oz is one becoz,
Becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz.
Becoz of the scroteriffic things he does.
 

Holy shorts batman! This DB has phenomenal artistic prowess. I see a Jackson Pollock Situation in the near future for these three.

To Bleeth Left: Stop this madness!
To Bleeth Right: Umm...who cares Bleeth on.
 

(with appologies to sir Elton John)

So goodbye yellow haired choad
Where your chin pubes are making us howl
You can't score outside of a whorehouse
I hope you go to jail and get plowed.
 

No apology to Manfred Mann:

Blinded by the Light
Dressed up like a Douche
Another foreman in the night

His silicon sister needs a tongue twister
In my pants I got what it takes.
With a douchebag wig he'll dance a little jig
play the song with the funky break

She got down but she never got douched
She's gonna make it through the night
 

(with apologies to the Beatles)

In the town where I was born
Two hotties are my entourage
Both the bleeths dressed just alike
On each a breast I did massage

So we grabbed the polaroid
On my capris, a big collage
And I posed just like a douche
My cool life, is a mirage

We all posed in my dad's dark garage
My dad's dark garage, my dad's dark garage
We all posed in my dad's dark garage
My dad's dark garage, my dad's dark garage
 

light sensitivity is prevelant disorder amongst the douche. Help the douche by sending in your spare sunglasses.

I can't call dibs if I feel like the girls are hiding something. They could be crosseyed, and I don't want to be stunned by that reality once we get in the sack.
 

Is this Ronald McDonald's illegitemate younger half-brother, Ralphie McDonald? Cause he sucks.
Oh and Boobies for days!
 

Anyone else see "cadaver dogs" in these girl's future?
 

Damn, when did Willow grow two feet and dye his hair blonde?
 

i find his pants worthier of ridicule than the yellow. but the pants are so ridiculous that trying to ridicule it would be difficult in and of itself.
 

They all three have on the same ridiculous footwear perhaps giving credence to the pro wrestler theory.
 

what kind of rave is this tool at? airbrushed shorts? WTF
 

i can see dark roots, that hair is real, not a wig but everyday real, i guess that's sad if you don't wear ambervision beta blockers- cottage cheese douche
 

the song made me laugh...reading all the other songs? = me laughing way harder.
 

.....'Bag's left pantleg has an airbrushed Willy Wonka image, obscured by hottie #2's denim-clad delicacies. Oh the wrongness! Oh the epitome of doucheitude! "Come with me, and you'll see, a yellow-plumed douche that defies imagination!"
(With apologies to Gene Wilder and Roald Dahl--though the apology is all the scrote-monkey's.)