



SONG PARODY LYRICS
EAT ALL THE TIME
(Sweet Child O’ Mine – Guns N’ Roses)
You got a big endless appetite, you seem to eat everything in sight
‘Cause everything seems to go to your great big gut (gut, gut)
Every time you just feed your face
You’re making damn sure nothing goes to waste
And if this goes on too long, you’ll end up like Jabba the Hutt
Why, do you, eat all the time? Oh, oh, oh, oh you’re such a swine
I’m appalled, do you chew at all, please stop and take a breath
‘Cause when you shovel down your food
You might just choke to death
Your ass is so vast and it’s growing fast, and I don’t think you’ll stop
You’re at the all you can eat buffets, ‘till somebody calls the cops
Why, do you, eat all the time? Oh, oh, oh, oh it’s diet time
Oh, oh, oh, you, eat all the time
Oh, oh, oh, oh, you, don’t seem to mind
You, you, you, you, eat all the time, oh, oh, oh, oh, this isn’t fine
When are you full? Why aren’t you full yet? Do you get full?
When are you full? Why aren’t you full yet? Do you get full now?
You’re still not full? (eat all the time) You’re never full now
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi, you will explode now, ahhh
You’re never full, you might explode now
Please just be full, please don’t explode now
Why aren’t you full? ‘cause you’ll explode now
No no no no no no no
You eat, eat all the time
EGGS
(Legs – ZZ Top)
She’s got eggs, she knows how to make them
She grabs those eggs, and carefully breaks them
I’ll always get, such a perfect omelette
Soft or hard boil it, either way it’s your best bet
That’s my breakfast, so delicious, yea it’s all mine
Oh yea
She makes toast, soaks up the egg yolk
She’s making bacon, it always gets me stoked
Scrambled, poached or just fried, and sunny side up
Anyway it’s made for me, I’ll just eat them right up
It’s runny, so yummy, They are egg-cellent!
Whoa-oh-oh
She’s got eggs, a full dozen of them
She makes me beg, it’s her daily custom
She jiggles them, out of the pan
Makes it so hot, you’ll understand
Oh I want them, shit I really crave them
Yea they crack me up, that’s no yoke
Whoa-oh-oh
EGGS, BEANS AND RICE
(18 And Life – Skid Row)
COMING SOON!
EMPEROR PALPATINE
(Yellow Submarine – The Beatles)
In a ga-laxy I know, far, far away, long time ago
Was a war, of good and bad, with a farm – boy and his Dad
And we do, what we are told
‘Cause we’re un – der his regime
We are al – ways on patrol, all for Emperor, Palpatine
We all work for the Emperor Palpatine
Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
We all work for the Emperor Palpatine
Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
All my friends, are troopers too
And a lot of them, just can’t shoot
So we al – ways seem to lose….
We all work for the Emperor Palpatine
Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
We all work for the Emperor Palpatine
Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
That’s the way, it’s always been
Conquering planets, we never seen
Planet Hoth, and Tatooine, all for Emperor, Palpatine
We all work for the Emperor Palpatine
Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
We all work for the Emperor Palpatine
Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
(repeat)
Watch video here
END OF THE ROLL
(End Of The Line – Travelling Wiburys)
This is not good, we’re out of t.p., I’m doomed
This is not good, I’m in a public bathroom
Well, it’s not good, stuck on this toilet bowl
Well, it’s not good, could somebody lend a roll?
I can sit around and wait for the janitor (end of the roll)
Then hopefully he can try to get me more (end of the roll)
I’ll sit here and wonder how long I’m waiting for (end of the roll)
Maybe an hour or four…
This is not good, nobody’s coming around
Well, it’s not good, my butt’s disgustingly brown
This is not good, this toilet seat is so very cold
Well, it’s not good, everything’s covered in mould
I normally check before I go (the end of the roll)
I was so rushed, my ass was ready to blow (the end of the roll)
I hope someone helps me with my digestive woes
(End of the roll) I don’t know…
This is not good, you know I looked everywhere
Well, it’s not good, I don’t want stained underwear
This is not good, sitting with a dirty hole
Well, it’s not good, I gone and reached the end of the roll
I am so damn ashamed because I can’t wipe (end of the roll)
I’ve been looking for options
Something that will suffice (end of the roll)
But there’s nothing, nothing else in sight (end of the roll)
This isn’t nice…
This is not good, I’m still stuck here on this can
Well, it’s not good, I hope someone lends a hand
This is not good, why’d I pick the bathroom from hell?
Well, it’s not good, even I can’t stand my own smell
This is not good, getting really dark outside
Well, it’s not good, still need to clean my back side
This is not good, slowly I’m losing control
Well, it’s not good, I’ve come down to the end of the roll
ENDLESSLY EXPLODING WITH POO
(Hopelessly Devoted To You – Olivia Newton-John)
Guess mine’s not the first, pants crapped in
My ass is not the first, to blow
I’m not the first to have, explosive diarrhea too
You know that I just might deserve this
For eating all those spicy foods
The toilet paper’s low, I’ll need another roll or two
I’m endlessly exploding with poo
Right now, the smell’s hard to hide
While this bathroom’s occupied
This will take all day
Endlessly exploding with poo
Endlessly exploding with poo
Endlessly exploding with poo
My gut is saying, Pepto Bismol
My butt is saying, pffft plop eww
I feel so helpless, I don’t know what else I can do
I’m endlessly exploding with poo
Right now, all that I desire
Is to stop this ring of fire
Oh my god, it burns
Endlessly exploding with poo
Endlessly exploding with poo
Endlessly exploding with poo
ENTER BATMAN
(Enter Sandman – Metallica)
Say your prayers, all villains
I don’t need Robin, to go save everyone
It’s not Bruce Wayne, fighting Bane
It’s an endless game, till the Batman he comes
Turn on the bat signal, ‘cause here comes the dark knight
It’s alright, enter knight, here I am, in the darkness of Gotham
Let’s begin, Catwoman
Two Face will not win, I will foil all their plans
I’ll splatter, Mad Hatter, it doesn’t matter
I’m the freakin’ Batman
Slip inside the Batsuit, cruise in the Batmobile
It’s alright, enter knight, here I am, in the darkness of Gotham
Now the bad guys have been fought, now the Joker can be caught
If he escapes from Arkham, I will catch him once again
Hush little Riddler, don’t say a thang
Or you will taste my Batarang
Same to you Scarecrow and Penguin
Mr. Freeze and Harley Quinn
It’s alright, enter knight, when I can
It’s alright, enter knight, here I am, in the darkness of Gotham
In the darkness of Gotham, here I am
In the darkness of Gotham, here I am
In the darkness of Gotham
In the darkness of Gotham
EVERY LITTLE SONG I HEAR I TRASH IT
(Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic – The Police)
Though I tried to listen to them
I would always make fun of them, in my mind
Every time those songs are playing
From those lyrics I’d be straying, every time
Every little song I hear I trash it, every single time I parody
I always take the lyrics and re-hash it
And I try to make it sound funny
Yes, it seems I like to poke fun, at a thousand different songs
Like Weird Al
Though some say those songs I ruin
It’s just something I like doing, can’t you tell?
Every little song I hear I trash it, every single time I parody
I always take the lyrics and re-hash it
And I try to make it sound funny
What I do is take a song, and write the lyrics out
And come up with a different theme, and twist the words about
But sometimes I can’t make words fit, as I try to make it rhyme
And at times I make sense of it, if I give it lots of time
Every little song I hear I trash it, every single time I parody
I always take the lyrics and re-hash it
And I try to make it sound funny
Every little song I hear I trash it, every single time I parody
I always take the lyrics and re-hash it
And I try to make it sound funny
Oh yea, oh yea, oh yea
Every little song, every little tune
Every little song, every single time
Every little, every little, every little, every little song I hear
Every little song I hear, every little tune I hear
Every single time I can, I just like to trash it
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Every little song, every little tune, every time I can, I just
Trash it, wreck it, smash it, screw it, do it, skew it
Oooh nooo, oooh nooo, oh no-oh-oh-oh-ooh
(Yes, it seems I like to poke fun
At a thousand different songs, like Weird Al
Though some say those songs I ruin
It’s just something I like doing, can’t you tell?)
EVERYBODY FARTS
(Everybody Hurts – R.E.M.)
When you have to go, to pass gas, you think you’re not alone
If you’re scared someone will hear, well who cares, just let go
Just let the wind blow, ‘cause everyone lets fly
And everybody farts, sometimes
Sometimes some of them are strong
Now it’s time to toot along…
When people say that it’s wrong [Fart on, Fart on]
But you feel like letting go [Fart on]
People think you’re way too rude, well you’re not, so let go
‘Cause everybody farts, take comfort
It’s no crime, everybody farts
Just let them rip, go on, just let them loose
If you feel like you’ll offend, no, no, no, you can fart again
When you hear a funny fart joke
When someone craps their pants
If you really want to laugh, go ahead, it’s okay
‘Cause everybody farts, most times, everybody smells
And everybody farts, sometimes
And everybody farts, sometimes
So fart on, fart on, fart on, fart on,
Fart on, fart on, fart on, fart on, everybody farts
No, no, no, no you are not alone…
EVERYTIME YOU’RE RUDE (I WANT TO PUNCH YOU)
(Everything I Do (I Do It For You) – Bryan Adams)
COMING SOON!
EX-LAX
(Relax – Frankie Goes To Hollywood)
Aye-yi-aye-oooh, gotta get it out of me now
We-ell, uh-oh, we-ell, ugh
Ex-Lax, gets to it, when you need to go do it
Ex-Lax, will do it, when you wanna crap
Ex-Lax, just do it, it will help get you through it
Ex-Lax, will do it, when you wanna crap, when you wanna crap
Ex-Lax, gets to it, when you need to go do it
Ex-Lax, will do it, when you wanna crap
Ex-Lax, just do it, it will help get you through it
Ex-Lax, will do it, when you wanna crap, when you wanna crap
Crap… oo-oo-ooh
I tried some Milk Of Magnesium (yea, yea, yea, yea, yea)
Would not stop my constipation (oh no, oh no)
It’s my goal, to fill that bowl
Gotta push it (push it), push it (push it)
Push it out of my butthole, ow, ow, ow
My butthole really hurts me
(1, 2 tablets)
Ex-Lax, just do it, Ex-Lax
When you wanna crap, crap, oh-oooh-uuuh
Whoa, I’m crapping, I’m crapping, yea, yea, yea!
Ex-Lax, gets to it, when you need to go do it
Ex-Lax, will do it, when you wanna crap
Ex-Lax, just do it, it will help get you through it
Ex-Lax, will do it, yea, when you wanna crap
When you wanna crap, when you wanna crap, crap
Ow, ow, ow, ow, crap, I see it, I feel it
Ex-Lax, gets to it, when you need to go do it, Ex-Lax, will do it
Ex-Lax, just do it, it will help get you through it, Ex-Lax, will do it
It works almost every time, hey
Crap!
FARTS STINK
(Love Stinks – The J. Geils Band)
You had eggs, but she ate beans
And he ate some burritos, it makes you scream
It starts to smell like something has died
This bad toxic gas, it’s gonna make you cry
I’ve had the runs, the strains and the clings
I know for sure, farts stink
Farts stink, P-U (farts stink), farts stink, P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink, P-U (farts stink), farts stink, P-U
Day by day, and bit by bit
Bowels will rumble, yes it will, it just won’t quit
You’ll hear a sound, or none at all
You blame the dog, your skin will crawl
I don’t care what anyone really thinks, all I can say is, farts stink
Farts stink, P-U (farts stink), farts stink, P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink, P-U (farts stink), farts stink, P-U
I’ve used the matches, the perfume thing
I’ve tried everything, farts stink
Farts stink, P-U (farts stink), farts stink, P-U
Farts stink (they stink), P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink (they stink), P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink (they stink), P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink (they really stink), P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink (they stink), P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink (they stink), P-U (farts stink)
Farts stink!
FAT ELVIS
(Black Velvet – Allanah Myles)
Elvis Presley, he was the king of rock and roll
He had talent and some big songs that were hits
Made some movies, some were good but most were droll
He made a living always gyrating his hips
He loved to eat, peanut butter and fried foods
Started gaining weight, and it made him irate
Fat Elvis, wobbling out on the stage
Fat Elvis, really showing his age
It was such a shame that he ended up that way
Fat Elvis, everyday…
All the tabloids, they went on about his weight gain
Called him fat, and over the hill
Back at Graceland, he tried to deal with the shame
Went on diets, and overindulged on pills
And yet his fans, they didn’t seem to be deterred
Always wanting more, and always throwing their drawers
Fat Elvis, getting out of control
Fat Elvis, weighing more than his gold
And yet he still managed to make the ladies swoon
Fat Elvis, he ballooned..
There were times where he would make
All his fans sing and dance
Now he swaggers on stage and then rips his pants
From his expanse…
Fat Elvis, wobbling out on the stage
Fat Elvis, really showing his age
It was such a shame that he ended up that way
Fat Elvis, everyday…
Fat Elvis, he’d mumble and he’d sweat
Fat Elvis, there’d be songs he’d forget
But right to the end, he would just keep right on going
Fat Elvis, still the King…
Still the King, still the King, still the King
FED UP EVENTUALLY
(Ahead By A Century – Tragically Hip)
First you would be calling me, then you would call right back
Over and over, I think you are on crack
And then you come to see me, and you won’t go away
You eat all my food, what can I say?
And that’s when I’m feeling antsy, and maybe a little steamed
I try not to shout, tonight I might speak out
I will get fed up eventually, I might get fed up eventually
I should be fed up eventually
You went and took my car, against my strong advice
Smashed it to pieces, that’s not very nice
You met my girlfriend, and took her on a date
Now she’s dumping me, I should be irate
Now that’s when I’ll put my foot down
And maybe tell you that it’s wrong
I should be angry, but I’ll just glare at you
I will get fed up eventually, I might get fed up eventually
I should be fed up eventually
I will get fed up eventually, I might get fed up eventually
I should be fed up eventually
I really hate being passive aggressive…
FEED ME AGAIN
(Feel It Again – Honeymoon Suite)
COMING SOON!
FEEL LIKE BACON CLUB
(Feel Like Makin’ Love – Bad Company)
Sometimes, when I get the munchies, I think about subs
Darling, I won’t eat greasy, fast-food grub
If I had that crispy bacon I bought yesterday
I would wrap it in a pita, but a sandwich is okay
Feel like bacon…
Feel like bacon club, feel like bacon club,
Feel like bacon club, feel like bacon club with cheese
Sometimes, when I get the munchies, I think about club
Darling, I don’t want that fast food, ‘cause it’s always crud
And if I had some fresh lettuce, and tomatoes
I would give you some mayonnaise, and heaven knows
Feel like bacon…
Feel like bacon club, feel like bacon club,
Feel like bacon club, feel like bacon club with cheese
And if I had that crispy bacon I bought yesterday
I would wrap it in a pita, but a sandwich is okay
Feel like bacon…
Feel like bacon club, feel like bacon club,
Feel like bacon club, feel like bacon club with cheese
Well, I feel like a bacon club
Well, I feel like bacon club
Well, I feel like bacon club
Feel like bacon club with cheese
Well, I feel like a bacon club
Well, I feel like bacon club
Well, I feel like bacon club
Feel like bacon club with cheese
(repeat)
FEELIN’ IN MY REAR
(Reelin’ In The Years – Steely Dan)
I’ve been in this theatre for a very long time now
I made it through many hours, I’m really not quite sure how
After the previews and commercials and a long-ass movie
When the whole thing was over, I’m stuck in my seat
Lost the feeling in my rear, because I sat too long
Now I’m just dawdling ‘round here, singing this crazy song
Lost the feeling in my rear, it happens to everyone
There is nothing I should fear, it’s just my butt has gone numb
I decided to take my car out for a cross-country drive
It seemed to take forever, it was a really long drive
I stopped at a gas station and got up to use the can
My ass was feeling funny, I don’t understand
Lost the feeling in my rear, I can’t do anything
All that’s going on down there, it is a lot of tingling
Lost the feeling in my rear, I’m trying to be discreet
But it’s become very clear, that my ass just fell asleep
One day it I thought I’d binge watch this popular TV show
There wasn’t many episodes, maybe forty or so
After only two seasons, I thought I had no derriere
There seems no point in trying, I’ll stay in my chair
Lost the feeling in my rear, because I sat too long
Now I’m just dawdling ‘round here, singing this crazy song
Lost the feeling in my rear, it happens to everyone
There is nothing I should fear, it’s just my butt has gone numb
FETT
(Jet – Paul McCartney & Wings)
Fett, Fett, Fett!
I think I remember you from Jabba’s Palace
That time we didn’t know that you were also a clone too
And yet, I thought the only lovely place, was on Naboo
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Fett!
Yes your father was known as a bounty hunter
How did it feel to see a Jedi just slice off his head?
I bet, you’re filled with anger, and confusion, and some regret
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Darth Vader, wants Fett to find the Falcon
Darth Vader, he headed out to Bespin
Darth Vader, dictator, Fett!
And Fett, you’ll get your bounty, it’s not over, just quite yet
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Darth Vader, gave Fett a frozen Solo
Darth Vader, gave Fett a quid pro quo
Darth Vader, degrader
Fett, with the prize on your ship that you call the Slave One
Jabba the Hutt is waiting for you on Tatooine
And then, you will get your ass kicked
Into the Sarlaac, then that is that!
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And Fett, you were defeated, all because of a, malfunctioned jet
Fett, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Poor little Boba, poor little Boba, yea… ouch
FLACCID
(Magic – Pilot)
COMING SOON!
FLINTSTONE CARTOON
(Rhinestone Cowboy – Glen Campbell)
I’ve been walkin’ down Cobblestone Lane
Houses, they all look the same
I know every cave in this stone-age town they call Bedrock
Where you own a pet dinosaur
And all the animals are used to do all the chores
Well then you know that you’re in trouble
If you’re neighbor’s Barney Rubble
But I’m gonna go bowl tonight with that little guy
Like a Flintstone cartoon
Running right through the house
Past that same piece of furniture
Like a Flintstone cartoon
Driving cars is something that my bare feet just can’t endure
And how I got here, I’m not too sure
Well, I really got to admit, I like working at the gravel pit
But my boss is Mr. Slate and I’m here with Joe Rockhead
There’s a lot to yabba dabba do
With Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm
And a little green guy called Gazoo
Well I’ll be eating brontosaurus
With some cactus juice before us
Yes I’m gonna stay in this town of cavemen today
Like a Flintstone cartoon
Where my wife is Wilma and her best friend is Betty, you know
Flintstone cartoon
Seeing Stony Curtis and the lodge of Water Buffalo
And why I am here, I don’t know
Like a Flintstone cartoon
Running right through the house
Past that same piece of furniture
Like a Flintstone cartoon
Driving cars is something that my bare feet just can’t endure
(repeat)
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FLUSH THE TOILET PLEASE
(Flesh For Fantasy – Billy Idol)
There’s a certain smell, when you eat at Taco Bell
Do you have a while? Want something to read? oh no
Hangin’ out in the bathroom all damn night
It ain’t strange that your food did not sit right, oh no
So when will it stop? Does it ever end? oh no…
Close the door, and wipe your ass
I hear and smell, your bowels blast
Do it, flush, flush the toilet please
Could you, flush, flush the toilet please
It’s after midnight, are you feelin’ okay? oh no
Open the window, try to blow the stench away
Neighbours been calling, mad at you
All through their house, they’re smelling it too, oh no…
Close the door, and wipe your ass
I hear and smell, your bowels blast
Do it, flush, flush the toilet please
Could you, flush, flush the toilet please
I need the bathroom…
I’ve had constipation, diarrhea, too
It’s an irritation, what you’re going through
Flush, flush the toilet please
You should, flush, flush the toilet please
You must, flush, flush the toilet please
I cry, flush, flush the toilet please
Flush it down, flush it down
Flush it down, flush it down
Flush it down, flush it down
Did you do your business, did you make a mess?
It’s nearly morning, I think that you need to rest
Ran out of paper, there’s no more
It’s gone and passed, now light a match
Your ass must be mighty sore
FORCE LIGHTNING
(Greased Lightning – John Travolta)
Why, this power’s acrobatic
It’s charismatic, it’s sooo dramatic
Why it’s Force lightning!
I got power of the dark side, I’m gonna have fun, oh yeah
(Keep Sithin’, whoa keep Sithin’)
I’ll rise up in the senate, and fool everyone, oh yeah
(He’s got the dark side, you know he’s got the dark side)
With Mace Windu at my door, I’ll be giving him what-for
You know he don’t mean shit, when I give him lots of this…
Force lightning, go, go, go
Go, Force lightning, you’re shootin’ out my fingertips
Force lightning, go Force lightning
Go, Force lightning, I’m blasting you to Jedi bits
Force lightning, go Force lightning
I am supreme, I’m Palpatine, with Force lightning
Go go go, go go go go go go go go
I’ll find a new apprentice and then I’ll take him in, oh yeah
Just like I did with Darth Maul, Dooku then Anakin, oh yeah
Luke Skywalker’s on the floor, he can’t take anymore
He says that he ain’t turnin’, so I guess he will be burnin’
Force lightning go, go, go
Go, Force lightning, I use it when you piss me off
Force lightning, go Force lightning
Go, Force lightning, it always makes me look so tough
Force lightning, go Force lightning
It’s not a crock, you’ll get a shock, with Force lightning
Go go go, go go go go go go go go
Go, Force lightning, you’re shootin’ out my fingertips
Force lightning, go Force lightning
Go, Force lightning, I’m blasting you to Jedi bits
Force lightning, go Force lightning
I am supreme, I’m Palpatine, with Force lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning, lightning… lightning!
FRIDGE FULL OF BOTTLED WATER
(Bridge Over Troubled Water – Simon & Garfunkel)
When you’re thirsty, need a drink
When water’s what you crave, don’t use the sink
Tap water’s bad
Oooh it’s time to quench, and pop won’t do at all
Try the fridge full of bottled water, I got large and small
There’s a fridge full of bottled water, just right down the hall
When you don’t want no, carbs or calories
When juice is sugared down, you don’t want caffeine
There’s no between
Oooh it’s good for you, I like to chug them down
Whiff of fridge full of bottled water, you won’t be let down
That’s my fridge full of bottled water, pass them all around
They’re recyclable, recycling
When you are done with them, throw them into the blue bin
Then have some more
Oooh when you need a drink, and nothing else will do
Check my fridge full of bottled water, you can have a few
That’s the fridge full of bottled water, it’s the best for you!
FRIEND LIST LOVE
(Endless Love – Lionel Richie & Diana Ross)
Facebook, I’m on there every day, I just can’t stay away
My friends list, I’m up to six fifty-four, I’m always adding more
And I (I-I-I-I) I always post, night and day non-stop
I know that’s a lot
And comments (comments, comments)
They tell me what people think, of me
‘Cause I’ll always need, my friend list love
Too much, too much social media
My life is really blah
More pictures (ooo-oooh) of things you’ve probably seen
I can’t resist those memes
Those likes (those likes), they show that folks, love me, I think
I’m sure they don’t care, yes, I know they don’t care
But they, they mean the world to me
Oh I know (I know) I’ll always crave, some friend list love
Oh, oooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Pathetic (so lame) that’s what I seem to be, for sure
I have no real friends, oh, not one single friend
And yet, I’ll just keep sharing stuff
‘Cause no one understands, why I need lots of fans
And I’m counting on you too
For love (for love, more love), my friend list love
FRIENDS ARE SO RACIST
(Friends In Low Places – Garth Brooks)
COMING SOON!
FROOT LOOPS
(Footloose- Kenny Loggins)
Been hungry, all day, don’t know what, to say
Breakfast, or lunch, that’s when I wanna munch
I’ve got a craving, for fruit flavoured cereal
I’m tired of waiting, so please just fill up my bowl
Now I gotta have loops, froot loops, kicks off the day for you
Goes, with toast, you just follow your nose
Fill, with milk, come on, before it’s spilled
Love, those loops, everybody loves froot loops
You’re eating, oatmeal, how does that make you feel?
Search way back in your shelf
You’ll find it back there, somewhere
With some cartoon mascot, a big nose toucan named Sam
I’m trying to tell you, you gotta have all that you can
And you can
‘Cause you gotta have loops, froot loops
Kicks off the day for you
Oooh yes, the best, it’s better than the rest
So, let’s go, come on, taste a rainbow
Love, those loops, everybody loves froot loops
Yeah, ooh-oh-oh (eat Froot Loops)
Yeah, ooh-oh-oh (eat Froot Loops)
Yeah, ooh-oh-oh (eat Froot Loops), oooooh
(First) you’ve got to open the box
(Second) and fill up the bowl with lots
(Third) now pour the milk right in
Aaaah-aaaah-aaaah, you’re eating those loops
Froot loops, kicks off the day for you
Goes, with toast, you just follow your nose
Fill, with milk, come on, before it’s spilled
Love, those loops, everybody loves froot loops (Froot Loops)
Froot Loops (Froot Loops)
Kicks off the day for you (c’mon yea)
Oooh yes, the best, it’s better than the rest
So, let’s go, come on, taste a rainbow
Love, those loops
Everybody loves, everybody loves
Everybody loves, everybody loves
Everybody loves, everybody loves (everybody)
Everybody loves froot loops
FROST ON MY GONADS
(Frosty The Snowman – Gene Autry)
Frost on my gonads, when I took a pee outside
Now they’re turning blue, oh, what can I do?
Think they’ve shrivelled up inside
Frost on my gonads, think I left them out too long
Now they’re feeling numb, and I’m looking dumb
‘Cause I have a frozen shlong
I must have had too much to drink, that snowy night I cursed
‘Cause when I walked home from the bar
My bladder began to burst
Frost on my gonads, ‘cause the breeze blew on my nuts
Now my testicles have these icicles
And my pee hole’s frozen shut
Ouchety, ouch, ouch, ouchety, ouch, ouch
I can’t feel my balls
Ouchety, ouch, ouch, ouchety, ouch, ouch
I can’t feel them at all
Frost on my gonads, should have left them in my pants
But I had to pee, where no one could see
So I thought I’d take a chance
Down through the alley, with my wiener in my hand
Looking here and there, I just didn’t care
So I pissed on garbage cans
I must have had the longest piss, and boy it sure felt nice
But when I looked down at my balls, they were covered in ice
Frost on my gonads, think I need a doctor fast
‘Cause they don’t feel right, think I have frostbite
And I also froze my ass
Ouchety, ouch, ouch, ouchety, ouch, ouch
I can’t feel my balls
Ouchety, ouch, ouch, ouchety, ouch, ouch
I can’t feel them at all!
FREAKIN’ TURN OFF THE CHRISTMAS SONGS
(Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree – Peggy Lee)
COMING SOON!
FULL OF IT
(Roll With It – Steve Winwood)
COMING SOON!


















