Текст пісні Celebrity Stalker - Jamie Kennedy, Stu Stone

Celebrity Stalker

Hi my name is Stu, I got a problem to share
It’s kind of personal you probably won’t care
See — I’m in love with Oprah Winfrey and Cher
Heh, I got a doll made out of Margaret Cho’s hair
Kathy Bates and Edie Falco? Now there’s a pair
My psychotherapist says I should clear the air
For the average boy or girl, this might be a shocker
Judge Judy called me a celebrity stalker
Hold up, doc~! You know I got some problems too
My brain is kinda twisted like my name was Stu the Jew
I like to watch the telly, especially late at night
My favorite show to stroke to, gotta be «Facts of Life»
Fuck Lindsay Lohan! Give me Mindy Cohn!
And Tootie’s juicy booty, now that’s a blow jam
Whoa man, yo man I’ma grin and bear it
I got a website fan page for that hooker Mrs. Garrett
I love her, and she loves me
Why does she call police?
Stalker, I ain’t no stalker, stalker
I wanna slam Fran, hell she can be my nanny
Star Jones too huh, I’d like to hit that fanny
Marcia Marcia Marcia! You can have her, I’ll take Alice
Cause she clean the room when I hit that chick from Dallas
Victoria Principal, you can call me to your office
Better make it quick cause I’ll tell you «Who the Boss» is
It’s Mona (MONA!) Now leave me the hell alone-ah
I’ma go to the corner, talk to Stu, I got a boner
Back to Stu Stoner, doc this shit ain’t cool
I almost drowned in Delta Burke’s pool
I be sittin in school, covered in drool
Dreamin of the day I can make out with Paula Abdul
«Straight up now» I told her that my love wasn’t fake
She wasn’t havin it, the cold-hearted snake
It ain’t easy, people think I’m sleazy
I’ve been watchin TV Land, jerkin off to Weezie
(To Wheezie?~!) Fo' scheezy, nothin more would please me
To get Miss Cleo, down on her kneezy
I can’t wait for my first date with Bonnie Raitt
Now please don’t tease me
Stalker! La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Comin after you girl
Yeah girl we’re comin straight after you
Goin through your garbage cans
Goin through your trash girl
Find a banana peel
Yeah man, even your laundry
All we wanna do is just love you
Just wanna snuggle wit’cha
Hey are your parents traffic instructors
Cause you got fine written all over you