Frederick Allan "Rick" Moranis (born April 18, 1953) is an American actor. Moranis came to prominence around 1980 in the sketch comedy show Second City Television, and later appeared in several Hollywood films including Strange Brew; Ghostbusters; Spaceballs; Little Shop of Horrors; Honey, I Shrunk the Kids; Little Giants; Parenthood; The Flintstones; and My Blue Heaven.He is the widower of his only wife Anne Moranis.
Moranis was born in Toronto, Ontario, and went to high school at the Sir Sandford Fleming Secondary School. He went to elementary school with Geddy Lee, frontman of the rock band Rush. His career as an entertainer began as a radio disc jockey in the mid-1970s, using the on-air name of "Rick Alan" at three Toronto radio stations.
In 1980, Moranis was persuaded to join the third-season cast of Second City Television (SCTV) by friend and SCTV writer/performer Dave Thomas. At the time, Moranis was the only cast member who had not come from a Second City stage troupe. He became famous for his impressions of Woody Allen and George Carlin, among many others.
You are some kind of lady
With a Mensa mind and curves to kill
I love all the work you’ve had done on you
Keep on sending me those bills.
I am glad your serve’s improving
Love the fabric in the den
The Pinot Noir you bought in Napa
Was sublime with your Cornish hen.
But I can’t give you what you need tonight.
Just feel the need to confess
It may be hard for me to make love to you just right.
Cause I’m on three days rest.
Maybe I’ll test-drive a Vespa
Forget to shave, collect some Art.
Reinstate myself at Jack La Laine
Walk the course and lose the cart.
I don’t know if I can be your man tonight.
I don’t mean to obsess.
I just don’t want to be anything but right,
And I’m on three days rest.
Boys all want me to go rafting.
So far no one’s taking their phone.
Got the whole Lou Rawls collection
To keep you company while you’re alone.
And when I get back here tomorrow.
I’ll be besting my own best.
I’ll be something that you’ve never seen before.
I’ll be on four days rest.
Was a time my eye would wander,
But my heart was always still
I chose this life, I will not squander
What I can save with just a pill.
So I surfed around and I found the site
Just arrived UPS.
I’m gonna be able to make love to you tonight.
Right here in our love nest…
Even on three days rest.
This guy’s sayin’ this
That guy’s sayin’ that
This guy flew his barber in
That guy loves his hat.
This guy wasn’t tellin’ the truth
When he said that that guy lies
His numbers went up anyway
And again when he apologized.
Any old thing can float
We’re all in the same old boat
Gotta strike the right note
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers.
Four More Beers
Four More Beers
If you’re going down this fast
What’s the point in switchin’ gears.
Here’s Three Cheers for
Four More Beers
Amber nights will help assuage my fears…
This guy reads the news
That guy makes it up
If this guy wins on that guy’s spin
Then I am givin’ up
That guy’s former mistress
Says that this guy’s just a crook
And those guys all just cut the line
To have her sign her book
There ain’t no need to gloat
We’re all in the same old boat
Gotta strike the right note.
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers.
Four More Beers
Four More Beers
When you don’t know where you’re goin’
What’s it matter who steers?
Here’s Three Cheers for
Four More Beers
Bitter ales might wash away my tears…
I want to live in a swing state
A perpetual state of swing
Throw another couple of blogs on the fire
While I revel in my bling.
There’s that famous rock star
Singin’ foreign policy
Who knew from those love songs
It was on the G.E.D.
Parks that brand new hybrid
Right beside his private jet
Revenues might improve
When they tax the internet.
Any old thing can float
We’re all in the same old bloat
Gotta strike the right note.
Me and my pet goat
We’re gonna do it all by rote,
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers
Seems a little cool to me
I prefer the warm
This chilly air I feel is
Way below the norm
My tears are raining down
Clouding my views
That’s the weather
C’mon give me the news.
Our Interstate
Won’t change until
Both directions
Stop standing still
Fork in the road ahead
It’s time to choose
That’s the traffic
C’mon give me the news
If it’s the long leash
Well, then, pull it in
Just don’t scare me
With no bulletin.
No one can win
The way we play
For every game at home
There’s one away
We’re into overtime
Someone might lose
That’s the sports
C’mon give me the news
If it’s the long leash
Well, then, pull it in
Just don’t scare me
With no bulletin.
Is this bond broken
Is my stock down
There’s speculation
All over town
Maybe a rumor
Another ruse
I gave you the business
C’mon give me the news
If it’s the long leash
Well, then, pull it in
Just don’t scare me
With no bulletin.
I need an anchor
I need a host
Signals that reach me
From coast to coast
I’m on remote
Don’t leave me confused
What’s your retort?
The long and short
Come on report
This guy’s sayin’ this
That guy’s sayin’ that
This guy flew his barber in
That guy loves his hat.
This guy wasn’t tellin’ the truth
When he said that that guy lies
His numbers went up anyway
And again when he apologized.
Any old thing can float
We’re all in the same old boat
Gotta strike the right note
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers.
Four More Beers
Four More Beers
If you’re going down this fast
What’s the point in switchin’ gears.
Here’s Three Cheers for
Four More Beers
Amber nights will help assuage my fears…
This guy reads the news
That guy makes it up
If this guy wins on that guy’s spin
Then I am givin’ up
That guy’s former mistress
Says that this guy’s just a crook
And those guys all just cut the line
To have her sign her book
There ain’t no need to gloat
We’re all in the same old boat
Gotta strike the right note.
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers.
Four More Beers
Four More Beers
When you don’t know where you’re goin’
What’s it matter who steers?
Here’s Three Cheers for
Four More Beers
Bitter ales might wash away my tears…
I want to live in a swing state
A perpetual state of swing
Throw another couple of blogs on the fire
While I revel in my bling.
There’s that famous rock star
Singin’ foreign policy
Who knew from those love songs
It was on the G.E.D.
Parks that brand new hybrid
Right beside his private jet
Revenues might improve
When they tax the internet.
Any old thing can float
We’re all in the same old bloat
Gotta strike the right note.
Me and my pet goat
We’re gonna do it all by rote,
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
was datin' some girl from Dayton
When I got a little noisy with someone else from Boise
I did some yoga in Saratoga
Wound up with lumbago from San Diego
It got a little clammy one night in Miami
Made me wish again to be back in Michigan
Got too cute that time in Butte
Finally hit my quota in Sarasota
I wanna stop all this frequent flying
Stay clear of those friendly skies
Too tired of all this trying
I need a map to keep track of my lies
No more rental cars
And mini-bars
Macadamia jars
And five-star motels
Had a folly one night in Raleigh
Man it was scenic, on down in Phoenix
I went bonkers in Yonkers
But it was costin' too much in Boston
I wanna shredder this rail pass
Gotta get back on the right side of the track
I wanna switch directions fast
It's just easier to stick to the facts
No more don't tells
And won't tells
I'm done with
These five-star motels.
I'm gonna pull the wheels off of this wheel estate
Park it on a pretty piece of land
Find a hometown girl that I can show the world
And tell the boys that I'm leaving the band
I kept a stash
Of petty cash
For a wedding bash
At the finest hotel
We were playin' some bars one night on Mars
When a gal from Pluto lookin' for a little judo
I started to swoon, orbiting her moon
If I lived on Jupiter, I couldn't have been stupider.
I can't blame you for what you see
You are light years ahead of me
I messed around with re-entry
We're just not from the same galaxy
It's just the way I am
Sorry ma'am
But I'll be damned to
Five-star....
I won't tell
If you don't tell
It's just as well
In five-star...
There's no hope
It's the way I cope
I stole the soap
This is hard for me to do
But I can’t seem to stop myself
I know you said that we were through
And here I am.
I’m calling you.
Please try to understand
I see myself as your loving man
Whatever it is you think I lack
Let’s talk about it.
Call me back.
Press 1 if you want me
Press 2 if you don’t
Press 3 if you’ll forgive me
Press 4 if you won’t
Press 5 if you doubt me
Press 6 if you trust
Press pound if you love me
Or hang up if you must.
I have an unlimited plan
I forward my calls everywhere
I check my voice-mail from the car
Or at the payphone in the bar
I’m wearing a beeper all the time
I carry a portable fax
Instant message me on the train
I get my emails from the plane
Press 1 if you re-married
Press 2 if you’re gay
Press 3 if you’re dating
That prick from L.A.
Press 5 if you’re screening
Press 6 if you’re dead
Press pound if you love me
Or hang up instead
I’m outside your house now
There’s not even one light on
Has there been a blackout?
I don’t know
Is that a police car?
I should go
Press 1 to press charges
Press 2 to feel my pain
Press 3 to place an order
Press 4 to restrain
Press 5 for visiting hours
Press 6 for a day pass
Press pound if you love me
I can kick up my heels.
I can raise a glass,
To a good set o' wheels.
I can ride a pony.
And I can settle a score, between
A couple of friends, no more.
And if I need to,
I can walk the walk.
And if you ask me,
I can talk the talk.
And if I have to,
I'll stand tall in these here socks,
But I'll never be on a Wheaties box.
I can make a pie.
I can help pick out an outfit,
To match the color of your eye.
And I can tie a roast.
I can make four different lunches,
And not burn the toast.
If I need to,
I can be a rock.
And if you ask me nice,
Well I would say, just knock.
And if give me the keys,
I can unlock all of your locks,
But I'll never be on a Wheaties box.
I may not be an Adonis
I might not sink my putts like Tiger Woods
I may not have those washboard abs but I sure can do the wash.
And my ironing is pretty good.
I can prune the plants,
I can stencil a whole floor,
And not ruin my pants.
I can glaze a room,
I can weave a wicked tablecloth,
On my antique loom.
And if you're cue is slipping,
Here, take my chalk.
And if you want a kung pao.
Well lemme grease my wok.
And if you really gotta have those Calloways,
I'll sell some stocks,
But I'll never...
No I'll never...
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gop dnc cnn cnbc
sos sec ceo irs
cpr icu rip ftd
sos nfl mvp suv
apb atf nra espn
sos dmz mia dod
icbm nsa wmd bbc
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ocd add phd llb
sos dea thc, pcp,
ins, nsa, npr, aclu
sos nba nhl mlb
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aol, fcc, sec, cnbc
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I'm wearing fifty ex-chinchillas
And a gator each per boot
Hog-tied around my waste-line
Suede trimming on my suit
Got a bear-skin rug and leather couch
And antlers on the walls
Goose-neck lamps and decoys make
Impeccable duck calls
Had a mixed grill fry for breakfast
Pair of mutton chops for lunch
Rare sirloin tips for supper
George Foreman'd by the bunch
A nightcap chaw of jerky
And a cup of ox tail soup
A swig of wild turkey
Makes a happier coop.
And I say Oh so bucco
What the heck's the big old deal
Was I away the day that someone said
A monkee invented the wheel?
My after-shave's been tested
On a thousand stubbled rats
My hearing aid's derived from tech
Discovered from trained bats
My (L)ipitor cured countless chimps
Before it could save me
No that ain't me tap dancin'
Those are new titanium knees
And I say Oh so Bucco
What the hell's the big kaboo
For some of us to have a fine old time
We've got to sacrifice a few.
I didn't see the Prius turn
I honked the Hummer's horn
The moose, the rack, the rods and guns
The whole front end was shorn
They flew me to Bethesda
Choppered me in DOA
Left behind the liver
Rushed my kidneys to L.A.
My hair wound up in transplant
My lips were wrapped and sealed
Tongue tied up in customs
My skin was dried and pealed
Corneas went Fedex
Eardrums next day ground
Took whatever's workin'
Left the rest in lost and found
Now I am Oh so Bucco
Eventually you crash and burn
I never go nowhere, man
I never go nowhere
Traffic’s bad out there, man.
I’m savin’ wear and tear.
I like conditioned air, man
I never go nowhere
I go
Upstairs, downstairs, backyard, lawn chairs,
Living room, bathroom, bedroom, furnace room,
Hot-tub, cedar deck, build a fire, washer/dryer,
Pantry, patio, Bartiromo video,
Cold cellar, rec room, ping-pong, mah jongg,
Beer count wearin’ thin, speed dial,
Order in.
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, man.
I ain’t goin’ nowhere
It’s dangerous out there, man
Might ‘a been a big bomb scare.
Hard to get off of this easy chair.
I ain’t goin’ nowhere
I go
Online, dsl, amazon, buy and sell,
Ebay, layaway, last bid noon today,
Plasma, Judy Judge, broadband, Matt Drudge,
J.Crew, B&N;, dotcom, CNN
JPEG, e.mail, pop-up she-male
Shower cam, filter spam, slam bam.
I think it’s ma’am
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, man
Never gonna go nowhere
It’s a bungled jungle out there, man
Some kid got mauled by a bear
Surround sound in my own lair
I ain’t goin’ nowhere….
I got
Perimeter, motion, doggie door, mail call
Peep hole, Avon, wireless, strobes on.
PIN Code, keypad, relay, pepper spray,
Homebase, interface, three-zone, plug ‘n play.
Infra-red, photocell, squad car, decibel,
Choppers up, sonic boom,
Activate the panic room.
I’m on,
Ritalin, Coumadin, Zantac, Lipitor
Diazepam, Nexium, Prevacid, Percocet
Levitra, Levaquin, Elavil, Fosomax,
Plavix, Keflex, Next day Fedex
Zithromax Avalox, Flexeril, Topomax,
Prozac, Ativan, Aderol,
I take ‘em all.
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, man.
Never gonna go nowhere
I’m cuttin’ my own hair, man
Nothin’ I need out there.
Outside sunny but inside cher
The city down below us
Bridges strung like pearls
The glistening of your eyes
As another year unfurls
Here I am saying those things
That I say now and then
But it’s the Champagne talkin’
I’ll be myself tomorrow again.
Another Super Sunday
Gathering good friends
Gals giggling in the kitchen
Guys gambling in the den
Maybe we ought’a do
What we should have way back when
But it’s the Bud Light talkin’
I’ll be a lightweight tomorrow again.
Valentine’s
It was Ballantine’s
Easter
It was ouzo
Beaujolais
On Bastille Day
Labor Day
Absolut-no!
I can smell a big Purdue
Roasting in the oven
Giving special thanks again to you
For your good lovin’
I should know by now
That you’re the best that I can get
It’s the Cognac yakkin’
But I may get there yet.
Now the Christmas tree is telling me
To give you what I bought
Time to put the past behind
And treasure what we got
So let’s raise our glasses one more time
Yeh, they wrapped it at the store
The eggnog’s knockin’
This time I’m unlockin’ the door.
Valentine’s, it was Ballantine’
Easter eggs with ouzo
Beaujolais Nouveau on Bastille Day, you know
Labor Day Absolut….
The Champagne’s talkin’
The Egg Nog’s knockin’
This might sound shockin’