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The Theme Song From The Final Episode
(To The Tune Of "The Rosie O'Donnell Show")
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Funny! We didn't do it.
Comedy! Blew it, I guess.
Wasting Time! Ain't nothing to it.
But it's almost over,
Are we happy? Yes!
Now we're ending the show,
And well what'a you know.
It's nearly time to go.
Thanks for the years,
Now let's have ten beers.
It's the Commercial Parodies Very Final Show!!!
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The C. P. Alma Mater
(To The Tune Of The Yucaipa High School Alma Mater)
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In an old decrepid studio,
Where the olives fall like rain.
Is a goofy, not-right TV show,
That causes us all pain.
So come down and watch this vision.
Straight to you, it's straight from me.
Drop down to your knees and worship,
All things that are C.P.
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(To The Tune Of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame")
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Take me out to the studio.
I want to see the show.
I want to see all the comedy.
So I come down, but I just do not see
Any HA-HA-HA's from the viewers.
The jokes that they do are so lame.
So I'd rather see something else
Like a tee-ball game.
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(To The Tune Of "Friends")
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So no one told you that C.P. would be this way.
Where is the comedy? I think it ran away.
We're going right into our final year.
And to celebrate we're making fake I.D.'s and buying some beer.
And we're gonna get drunk.
And it's gonna be so cool.
We're gonna get drunk.
Three times a day at school.
We're gonna get drunk.
And fall face-down in the pool.
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(To The Tune Of "Diff'rent Strokes")
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Well, the folks don't laugh,
When they see the C.P. show.
We tell a lot of jokes,
But are they funny? No.
A man is born and he throws rocks right at us.
But we don't swear, cause it's funny not to cuss.
C.P. Show, I say. C.P. Show, I say.
C.P. Show it rules the world.
Every show has got a special kind of something.
But that's something we never had.
But at least the cast is hot.
Wait, they're not. So what?
But at least the skits are absolutely bad.
Viewers never call us rad!
But we're the C.P. Show, yes sir. C.P. Show, yes sir.
C.P. Show it rules the world, yes it does.
C.P. Show it rules the world.
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(To the tune of "Mr. Ed")
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A show is a show, you know, you know.
And nobody laughs at our show, you know.
But oh, you ho, I like my show.
It's initials are C.P.
Go right to the show. It is good, no?
But then you watch and then you go.
And we don't have a talking horse.
Not here on C.P.
People yakkity-yak about the movies or the game.
But nobody talks about our show, because it's incredibly lame.
A show is a show, you know, you know.
And all of our friends say our show blows.
But we don't need friends or a talking horse.
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