Showing posts with label Brad Paisley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brad Paisley. Show all posts

Apr 10, 2013

Top 10 Lyrics That Wouldn't Have Made "Accidental Racist" Any Worse



10. If you don't judge my candy paint whip
I'll forget the pain and punishment

9. To the bum that squeegeed my windshield at the stoplight down on Main,
I think you missed a spot

8. I try to put myself in your shoes but I look dumb in Air Jordans

7. Dear Mr. Honky, You ain't bout that life

6. Our generation doesn't deserve any blamin'
But we're still paying for old faux pas

5. When I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say is I'm a Brantley fan

4. If you don't judge my baby mamas
I'll say George Bush was better than Obama

3. Caught between achy breaky and Harlem shake

2. And it ain't like you and me are up to speed on history

1. If you don't judge my twenty-twos
I won't bust a cap in you

Feb 20, 2013

Brad Paisley Lyric Parody: Pseudo Country Zone


Pseudo Country Zone
(Parody of Brad Paisley's "Southern Comfort Zone")

When your wheelhouse is the sound of Aldean,
The first time you leave it can be weird, but you're appalling

Not everybody drinks and drives, not everybody is a tool
Not every girl wears cut offs, on dates and job interviews
Not everybody likes to pose or dance around on CMT
Not everybody has to list country things to prove they're country

Oh, douchey man,
You won't understand
When I miss Merle singin' me back home
And I'm tired of pickup truck songs
I will lose IQ points till I go
Outside the pseudo country zone

I have heard the songs of Snow; Jr. ain't the only "Hank"
I don't think a country song should make my speakers crank
I have seen Keith Whitley play at a southern rodeo
He didn't mention pasture fights or bust out a hip-hop flow
I really don't like to see somebody take a pee,
All over the things I cherish like art and honesty

And I miss Merle singin' me back home
And I'm tired of pickup truck songs
I will lose IQ points till I go
Outside the pseudo country zone

I hate your tight jeans and your shakin'
Guitars jamming, disco lights
You're so well-trained at fakin'
Unscuffed Justins, teeth pearly white

I have since become a wanderer
Cause I'm sick of all that crap
Sometimes to find a real treasure
You have to leave the beaten path

Clearchannel's playin' a dick again

And I miss Merle singin' me back home
And I'm tired of pickup truck songs
I will lose IQ points till I go
Outside the pseudo country zone

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