Nothing I can do, but total eclipse of the--Ear, Loeb at a concert at Harbor Park,Where the fireworks are not much to brag about'Cause they're better downtown.Clocks and sneakers on top of the yearbook.Open up the pages, and take a look atAll the students--Norview HOO HOO--Pilots of 1996.CHORUS:And that's what we call Freaky Friday.Not a Wednesday 'cause Friday's a better day.There's no relation to a Jodie Foster movie,And really no purpose, just thought we write a songAbout a Friday that's freaky.I recommend...that you stop playing that song on the radio.It's really run out, but Tommy still likes it,And I would much rather listen to some cool oldies.Or how about a Chilito with some sour cream...Oh no...chickapee.It reminds of me of some hummus and some rude Israelis.CHORUSLupita likes to do the Macarena,But she can't.Because she's got a stand stuck up her crotch.This song really has no meaningIt's written by two people who experienceReally bad hair days,Except for the occasional prom night.CHORUS