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Lyrics

Good morning, San Fran, we're Dave's biggest fans
The pride of the nineties, a stand-up man
You can tell Bob to shove it, oh, Dave is above it
No lewdness or language to foul up his wit
Want pepe-le pew? He'll give it to you
Any Saturday morning nostalgia he'll do
And when he's not Joey, he fills in as goalie
Outskating Gretsky, Moore, or Lemieux

The cast is long gone and exited stage right
The stars since have faded out with the stage lights
And the set and the script gather dust out of sight
But the same mirthful laughter rings out in the night

Dave's cool *coulier* x4
Coulier *coulier*
Coulier *coulier*
Dave *Dave* Dave *Dave*
Dave *Dave* Dave *Dave*

Uncle Jessie's Elvis was way too much pelvis
For three impressionable ladies
But Joey stepped in with a quip and a grin
And got those chicks through the eighties
With his handy puppet and regal blonde mullet
Hit every sitcom mark with his jokes
Comedic brain power for that half an hour
But Kimmy G can *just go home*"

The cast is long gone and exited stage right
The stars since have faded out with the stage lights
And the set and the script gather dust out of sight
But the same mirthful laughter rings out in the night

Dave's cool *coulier* x4

Coulier *coulier*
Coulier *coulier*
Dave *Dave* Dave *Dave*
Dave *Dave* Dave *Dave*

Cut it out x 12

The cast is long gone and exited stage right
The stars since have faded out with the stage lights
And the set and the script gather dust out of sight
But the same mirthful laughter rings out in the night