Lyrics

YOGA - to the tune of Lola by The Kinks

Tony went to a club down in DC
To do something he feared as much as ebola
e-b-o-l-a, ebola

His trainer said to him, "To fit in your pants,
join the twenty-somethings doing that thing called THE yoga!”
y-o-g-a yoga, yo yo yo yo yoga

Well, Tony’s not the world's most flexible guy
Doing the downward dog nearly broke his spine
Stupid yoga, yo yo yo yoga

And Tony’s not dumb but he can't understand
How any dude with can do this with parts of a man
He hates yoga, yo yo yo yoga, yo yo yo yoga

Well, now Tony’s in pain all day and all night
Even using his Atomic light
His hurting glutes make him quite angry
How can he golf when he can’t bend his knee?

Well, Tony’s not the world’s most forgiving guy
And if you try to get him to stretch his thighs,
He’ll say “hell no-ah”
No yo yo yo yoga, no yo yo yo yoga (Where are my shoes?)