It's Called "La Bibliotecha"

[justinsmith1]

It's called "La Bibliotecha,"
It's by the Dirty Lake-a -
I say-ed that once I'd take ya'
So don' cha'll be a Fake-a.

Ch'all know a dude named Lubener -
He's got a thing for Crude-ner -
Well, don't cha' be no stude-ner,
I'm just telli'ng cha'll fo' shude-ner.

Now, what cha'll want, man, what's cho' trip, B?
I gotta' say, I can't no mo' flip, see,
'Cuz with the fuzz a-buzzin' roun' and roun'-ski,
I gots no mo' slack for so slack a slack [cha dig, G?].

Quiesch, a quiesch, a quiesch for two.
I'll buy a croissan' fo' me and fo' chu
And then cha'll a-wonder just 'twas it was who
A-sprayin' that day-in,

"Fuckin' love the Earl Grey, dude;
Fuckin' tea rocks the house, dude;
Fuckin' can't get e'nuff, ay-say, dude, ay-say;
Gotcha' cat-ski for mouse-ski, cha dig, dude, fo' sho', dude."

And cha'll fo' see the sho', an' cha'll fo' sho' the sea.
A time fo' chu, a time fo' me, it's all a La Bibliotecha, dude; it's all a-there fo' chu and chi.
A-livin' la biobliotecha, dude. Cha'll dude, sho' dude, chu re'?
Yo-ho-ho, dude. Yardle-dee, yardle-dum, dude.
Cho, cho, dude; cha, chi, dude, chi.

A-dude, dude, a-dude, dude,
A-fiddle: cha, chi.
A-dude, dude, a-dude, dude,
A-riddle: we free.