On my TV screen

Every Labor Day

Fuckin' Jerry Lewis

Make him go away

Make him go away

Make him go away

He's fucked up my labor day

Make him go away



One, two, three, four!



Jerry Lewis

I'm comin' to get ya

You're gonna run, you're gonna hide

Jerry Lewis

This squad's gonna get ya

And make you commit TV suicide



Give him 24 hours

He'll do what he please

He'd be on welfare

If it weren't for this disease



His eyes get red

And his face gets mean

I guess that's what you get

When you take amphetamine



One, two, earth, shoe!



Jerry Lewis

I'm comin' to get ya

You're gonna run, you're gonna hide

Jerry Lewis

This squad's gonna get ya

And make you commit TV suicide



In France they appreciate me

In France they know I'm a genius

(...stupid Jerry Lewis noise)