Hi, guys. I spent a lot of time thinking about the whole
Al/Coolio thing, and I decided to write my own parody
of Gangsta's Paradise to get the stuff off my chest.
So here are the lyrics to Yankovic's Paradise
by Chris Casino. Enjoy.



Parody of Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio
New Lyrics by Chris Casino, as told to Coolio

	As I walked to the record store to check out both tunes
	I listened to Coolio and realized he's a complete loon
	And that don't sit well with a boy like me
	Cause you know my man Al means the world to me
	At the post show for the Grammys Coolio said he was p---ed,
	Said he never gave permission and Al he dissed, Fool.
	And he's been lying and his facts are so wrong that
	Even Madonna thinks that his mind is gone.
	But if you examine the facts carefully and listen to Al
	Than you knew he asked permission 'cause he wants to be a pal

	Chorus

	He wishes he could spend his life
	Livin' in Yankovic's paradise
	Millions made by parodies
	Livin' in Yankovic's paradise
	A platinum album once or twice
	Livin' in Yankovic's paradise
	He'd be a halfway decent guy
	Livin' in Yankovic's paradise

	Al sent him a letter when he heard he was displeased
	He just tore it up and he turned the other cheek.
	Al really shouldn't care, he should've just moved on.
    Cause fans were laughing their heads off when he went straight down the john.
    But Al ain't never badmouthed Coolio even though he deserves it
    Al Yankovic with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of.
    He never heard back but he gave the guy a check
    And to this very day, thinking about it makes Al a wreck. 
    If Coolio were really so upset with Al,
    Then why didn't you lash out when he did the hair gag, pal?

    There's no mystery or anything here. It's plain as hell to see.
    Coolio's management convinced him a parody was bad publicity

    Repeat Chorus

    Getting artists' permission, churning lots of funny hits
    Tries one with Coolio, soon jacks hair throws a fit.
    Al's the main man the parody artists wanna be like
    On the go all the time, getting tight with the real song guys
    So go smoke weed, and don't get brass,
    Or else, Coolio, I might have to lay the smack down on your candy ass!

    Repeat Chorus