The Gong Show is an amateur talent contest franchised by Sony Pictures Television to many countries. It was broadcast on NBC's daytime schedule from June 14, 1976, through July 21, 1978, and in first-run syndication from 1976 to 1980 and 1988 to 1989. The show was produced by Chuck Barris, who also served as host for the NBC run and from 1977 to 1980 in syndication. The show is best remembered for its absurdist humor and style, often awarding participants ridiculous and worthless prizes.
Each show presented a contest between amateur performers of often dubious talent, with a panel of three celebrity judges. The program's frequent judges included Jaye P. Morgan, Jamie Farr, Arte Johnson, Rip Taylor, Phyllis Diller, Anson Williams, Steve Garvey and Rex Reed. If any judge considered an act to be particularly bad, he or she could force it to stop by striking a large gong, a trope adapted from the durable radio show Major Bowes Amateur Hour. Most of the performers took the gong with sheepish good grace, but there were exceptions. Barris would then ask the judge(s) in question why they gonged the act.
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)
Verse 1
Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm coming hard
Had to sit back and see tha big picture
Probably in the back seat bustin' me a Swisha
So how I getcha?
Huffin and puffin and cussin' over percussion?
Out the back field 2,000 yards rushin
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm jukin
Gotcha girlfriend on the side-line lookin (Wassup, baby?)
It's all a game, but the winner is the one who maintain
They all know my name i'm the heavyweight champ
I rock the belt and got some killers on my camp
This drank done got me amp it got me ready to shut the club down
Take it all the way, for a mothafuckin touchdown,
Let's clown
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin strong
Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)
Ok, If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!)
If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!)
EASTSIDE!!! (Eastside!) WESTSIDE!!! (Westside!)
NORTHSIDE!!! (Northside!) SOUTHSIDE, HO!!! (Southside, ho!)
P.T. baby, I came to get crunk
I'ont get low, I'ont ATL stomp
All I do, is come through in the clutch (In the clutch)
Kick Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up
Them suckers took a real low, motherfuck a dutch
I'd rather grab a mic and grab my nuts
I got it in cruise control, I got it set
From Colli Park, bout to hurt a known in the Dec
All over Zone Three and Zone Four
Every set that you claim, I got a ho; you know
She ready!
Probably got more balls than you
She ready!
Hey, there boo, what they do
The Pastor, after me, there'll be three
Two that ain't there, and one you can't see
It's just me, the PT Cruiser
I'm independent, and bout to do ya
And it's...