Smack My Bitch Up Richard Cheese

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
I said, change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Thank you ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to introduce a little thing I like to call, the band
Let's start with the man behind the piano
He's a maestro, a master, a man of many melodies
Including the Melody who's the hostess of the Daily Grill
If you lose your keys, he can find them!
He's a "Prodigy", as in psychosomatic-addict insane
He's sitting on his stool, Bobby Ricotta!

*piano solo*

Thank you Bobby
And now on bass, he's high-strung
He's a stand-up guy. He's in an upright and locked position!
He knows the BASIC programming language!
He's the low man on the totem pole!
He's Deep Gordon Brie!

*bass solo*

Danke, Gordon
And now on drums, on skins, on the trap-set, the cocktail kit, the thing you that you hit with the thingies
He's a slick click to pick with a stick!
He's back with another one of them Block Rockin' Beats!
His middle name is Tom!
He's "cymbal-ic"! We're talking "brush with greatness!"
He likes to bang the drum slowly if you know what I mean, and I think you do, AM I RIGHT PEOPLE?!
Mr. Bobby Gouda!