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national lampoon - deteriorata lyrics

(parody of the written prose “desiderata” by max ehrmann. this was written by christopher guest of “spinal tap” fame. the narator is norman rose, and the female singer was an unknown singer at the time named melissa manchester.)

you are a fluke of the universe. you have no right to be here.
deteriorata. deteriorata.

go placidly amid the noise and waste,
and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
avoid quiet and p-ssive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
rotate your tires.
speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
and heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
know what to kiss, and when.
consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
wherever possible, put people on hold.
be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
and despite the changing fortunes of time,
there is always a big future in computer maintenance.

you are a fluke of the universe.
you have no right to be here.
and whether you can hear it or not,
the universe is laughing behind your back.

remember the pueblo.
strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
know yourself.
if you need help, call the fbi.
exercise caution in your daily affairs,
especially with those persons closest to you –
that lemon on your left, for instance.
be -ssured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
would scarcely get your feet wet.
fall not in love therefore. it will stick to your face.
gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, taiwan.
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
hire people with hooks.
for a good time, call 606-4311. ask for ken.
take heart in the bedeepening gloom
that your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
and reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot,
it could only be worse in milwaukee.

you are a fluke of the universe.
you have no right to be here.
and whether you can hear it or not,
the universe is laughing behind your back.

therefore, make peace with your god,
whatever you perceive him to be – hairy thunderer, or cosmic m-ffin.
with all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
the world continues to deteriorate.
give up!

you are a fluke of the universe.
you have no right to be here.
and whether you can hear it or not,
the universe is laughing behind your back.

- national lampoon lyrics

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