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Mar 9, 2018

A Classless Lyric Parody of Bebe Rexha/FGL's "Meant to Be"


When I'll Pee

Bebe? Are you people on crack?
Put your shady lips on my ass
I change the station real fast, when "Meant to Be" shows on my dash

So now the ACMs is where she'll be?
That's just a waste of time
So the bathroom is where you'll find me, when FGL steps in my sight

Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see
Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see
No ACMs, it's not alright with me
When she's on the show
Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see

I don't mean to be so uptight
But there's a whole lot of country women 
who deserve that moment in the spotlight
I ain't gon' lie, ain't gon' lie
Cause I'm sick of the fake stuff, that pop grind and bump
Hey, keep it country

And I don't even care if she's beautiful
Don't matter to me

Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see
Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see
No ACMs, it's not alright with me
When she's on the show
Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see

It's not alright with me, right with me
Pop on a country show
It's not alright with me, right with me
Bebe's song is when I'll pee

Hit the bathroom
Then grab a snack
If Kane Brown's on
Maybe I won't come back

Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see
Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see
No ACMs, it's not alright with me
When she's on the show
Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see

Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see
Yeah that's when I'll pee, when I'll pee when I'll pee
Bebe I don't wanna see

Jan 12, 2018

Parody of Walker Hayes' "You Broke Up With Me"


You Broke Up with Me
(Parody of Walker Hayes' "You Broke Up With Me")

Well, I had to choke while I was turnin'
Swerved past the country station
Hell no, it wasn't amazing
Yeah, I heard a song that had beats and the word swagger
Them crackers all sounded lame and all sounded the same

So this is my farewell party, this don't sound like Strait or Charley
You're just pushing pop and rap as country, so you can shove it
No don't come back beggin' for me to bring back my lovin'
You're the fool that made your own bed, I just wanted out of it (Hey!)

I once listened to you a lot
But ain't nobody got time for that all that shit that you've got on
It ain't gotta be country gold
But auto-tune and drum loops ain't the way I roll
So hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, country radio, you broke up with me

Guess money is all you want
Well heart and soul can't be bought
And stop calling it evolution
Save me the excuses, in your heart you know it's wrong
When a song comes on and it's a fake ass hip-hop bore
Don't you feel a little like a whore? 

So this is my farewell party, this don't sound like Strait or Charley
You're just pushing pop and rap as country, so you can shove it
No don't come back beggin' for me to bring back my lovin'
You're the fool that made your own bed, I just wanted out of it (Hey!)

I once listened to you a lot
But ain't nobody got time for that all that shit that you've got on
It ain't gotta be country gold
But auto-tune and drum loops ain't the way I roll
So hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, country radio, you broke up with me

For real y'all, what happened to twang and drawl?
I'm just breakin off some George Jones cold hard truth
It is what it is and you did what you did
I've got some better things to listen to

So this is my farewell party, this don't sound like Strait or Charley
You're just pushing pop and rap as country, so you can shove it
No don't come back beggin' for me to bring back my lovin'
You're the fool that made your own bed, I just wanted out of it (Hey!)

Used to to you a lot
But ain't nobody got time for that all that crap that you've got on
It ain't gotta be country gold
But auto-tune and drum loops ain't the way I roll
So hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, country radio, you broke up with me

Yeah, you broke up with me

Aug 29, 2017

If Luke Bryan Had Written Taylor Swift's "Look What You Made Me Do."



"Look What Y'all Made Me Do"
(2017 FTM Parodies)

I don't like your mean ol' games
Don't like your memes and names
I'm real and y'all just play
Ain't called for, naw, I don't like y'all
I don't like your silly lines
The joke you tell each time
About these jeans of mine
Isn't cool, no, I don't like y'all (naw!)

But I got older, I got bolder, look how hard I try
Bro, I rose up from the truck bed, to shake my behind
I've got a list of names in crayon and underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, yep!

Aw, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me
Hell naw, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me do

I don't like what you call country
Cause I was once the king
I think Sturgill Simpson stinks
And who the hell is Cody Jinks? (what?)
People say I'm too old for these songs for college hotties
But I hold on, I hold on, All I think about is parties
And all my songs get spins, so one thing's for sure
My chandeliers shine even if my music bores

Yeah I got older, I got bolder, look how hard I try
Bro, I rose up from the truck bed, to shake my behind
I've got a list of names in crayon and underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, yep!

Aw, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me
Hell naw, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me do

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Y'all just jealous haters and I'm living your dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Y'all just jealous haters and I'm living your dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Y'all just jealous haters and I'm living your dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Y'all just jealous haters and I'm living your dreams
(Look what y'all made me do)
(Look what y'all made me do)
(Look what y'all just made me do)
(Look what y'all made me do)
"I'm sorry, the old Luther can't come to the phone right now."
"Why?"
"Oh, 'cause he's mad!"

Ooh, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me
Hell naw, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me do

Ooh, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me
Hell naw, look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all made me do
Look what y'all just made me do
Look what y'all just made me do

Apr 11, 2017

Lyric Parody of Kelsea Ballerini's "Yeah Boy"


"F Boi"
(Lyric parody of Kelsea Ballerini's "Yeah Boy")

Captured my attention, till I saw you were trippin'
Texting me that way
Gold chain and a ball cap, wearing nothing more than that
Put that lil thing away

You got that something on your mind, Now I'm wishing that I was blind
There's no flutter in my heart, just a chill down my spine

F boi
What the hell are you doing
F boi
You're acting just like a fool
Yeah you're trying too hard, You're leaving me scarred
Mama didn't raise you right
F boi
Your game is pretty pathetic
F boi
I'm not into creepin' fellas
One more horny text and I'm gonna call the cops tonight
F boi

Every Snapchat message gets me thinking that you're sleazy
All innuendo
No I won't take my top off, why don't you go jerk off
And leave me alone

Won't tell you what I'm wearin'
And don't slide into my DMs
I don't wanna and you're not gonna be my boyfriend

F boi
What the hell are you doing
F boi
You're acting just like a fool
Yeah you're trying too hard, You're leaving me scarred
Mama didn't raise you right
F boi
Your game is pretty pathetic
F boi
I'm not into creepin' fellas
One more horny text and I'm gonna call the cops tonight
F boi

F boi
Don't wanna take a little ride with you
F boi
Don't wanna spend a little time with you
F boi
I'm gonna hit the block button on you
Ew

F boi
Don't wanna take a little ride with you
F boi
Don't wanna spend a little time with you
F boi
I'm gonna hit the block button on you
Ew

F boi
What the hell are you doing
F boi
You're acting just like a fool
Yeah you're trying too hard, You're leaving me scarred
Daddy didn't raise you right
F boi
Your game is pretty pathetic
F boi
I'm not into creepin' fellas
One more horny text and I'm gonna call the cops tonight
F boi

F boi

F boi
Don't wanna take a little ride with you
F boi
Don't wanna spend a little time with you
F boi
I'm gonna hit the block button on you
Ew

F boi
No I don't wanna rock with you
F boi
Not interested, you stalker, you
F boi
Yeah I just hit the block on you
Ew

F boi

Oct 14, 2016

A Sophomoric Parody of Luke Bryan's "Move"

Don't read beyond this if you are classy and mature. You've been warned.


 



"Poop"
(Lyric parody of Luke Bryan's "Move")

Burritos were a bad idea on a night out
But I was feeling just fine so far
That is, till the opera house
We had seats in the middle, didn't bother me much
Till I got a groaning stomach and a cranky butt
I leaned to this side, lean to that side
Gotta keep this feeling all dammed up
Suddenly I'm sweating, feel like hell
You ask me what's wrong but I won't tell
Our fourth date's going pretty well
Can't say what I need to do

P-O-O-P, I gotta
Yeah, I gotta find some sweet release
Bathroom, or a tree
It's like my guts are full, I need to
Poop, yes I do
Ain't sexy, it's rude
But I've got to
Oh, girl, look at me
Legs and my hips
Everything clinched
My pants don't fit
Damn, my stool is loose
Stars flashing in my eyes
I don't think I can fight
If I don't lay some cable soon
Gonna die if I don't poop

It's true there's something in the air
I'm sorry and I know it was wrong
Got everybody looking around
Right about then, you lock eyes on me
You give me a dirty look, bet you wanna flee
All up in the middle of my left and right
Insides are tight, yeah, I've gotta be excused

P-O-O-P, I gotta
Yeah, I gotta find some sweet release
Bathroom, or a tree
It's like my guts are full, I need to
Poop, yes I do
Ain't sexy, it's rude
But I've got to
Oh, girl, look at me
Biting my lip
Everything clinched
My pants don't fit
Damn, my stool is loose
Blood pressure's on the rise
I don't think I can fight
If I don't take a load off soon
Gonna die if I don't poop

Let me number two
P-O-O-P
I need a porcelain chair with a plastic seat
U-H O-H
Look out, I'm coming through

P-O-O-P, I gotta
Yeah, I gotta find some sweet release
Bathroom, or a tree
It's like my guts are full, I need to
Poop, yes I do
Ain't sexy, it's rude
But I've got to
Oh, girl, look at me
Legs and my hips
Everything clinched
My pants don't fit
Damn, my stool is loose
Stars flashing in my eyes
I don't think I can fight
If I don't drop some kids off soon
Gonna die if I don't poop
Gonna die if I don't poop
Gonna die if I don't poop

May 28, 2015

"Follow Your Data," a #saladgate Parody


"Follow Your Data"
(Parody of Kacey Musgraves "Follow Your Arrow")

If you play something real twangy
It's a bore
If you don't play something twangy
Blogs call you a whore-able station
If you don't dig Sam Hunt
You're an old fool
But they'll call you sellout
Soon as he's in the rotation

If you don't drop George Strait
Then you're old hat
And you can't play females
Oh, back to back
You're screwed if you're cool
And screwed if you're old school
So you might as well just use
Those number crunching tools
And

Make lots of cash
Play lots of trash
And sell lots of ads
Cause that's all that you're into
When the real and honest
Makes listeners irate
Fish or cut bait, rock on
Just follow your data
Wherever it leads, yeah
Follow your data
Wherever it leads

If you don't play Eric Church
Then Cole Swindell
Then that Luke Bryan one
Then one more bro
Before a chick
Son you just
Can't win for losing
You'll just disappoint 'em
And no, you can't beat 'em
Make salad and join 'em

And make lots of cash
With songs that suck ass
And sell lots of ads
Cause that's all that you're into
When the real and honest
Makes listeners irate
Fish or cut bait, rock on
Just follow your data
Wherever it leads, yeah
Follow your data
Wherever it leads

F*** what you think
Love who you love
But just forget
Programming songs that aren't fun
Yeah, you dumbass
Just git 'er done

Make lots of dough
Skip tomatoes
Lettuce, row on row
Cause that's what fans are into
Yeah, the real and honest
Makes the idiots hate
Fish or cut bait, rock on
Just follow your data
Wherever it leads, yeah
Follow your data
Wherever it leads

May 7, 2015

"Take Your Dime," a Sam Hunt Lyric Parody

 So, I took the parody from this meme and expanded it to the full song...


Take Your Dime
(Parody of Sam Hunt's "Take Your Time")

I'm pretty sure you were looking at me, I'm hot

Your boyfriend is only five foot nine

And I used to play some football but

Now I'm just writing lines

And looking fine

And you know my name

'Cause everybody on Tumblr knows my name

And you just listen to what's popular right now

So girl, just turn some Sam Hunt on

How can that be wrong

My eyes are so captivating

My cap is flat-billed but

It's just a fashion statement

No girl I'm not gonna twang it

I'm not country

Can't stand it, but I pretend to

Chorus
I don't wanna sing like Waylon
You won't hear a fiddle whine
I don't even sound like country
I just wanna take your dime

I would rather play some Kanye
Sure not into Patsy Cline
I don't care 'bout steel guitars
I just wanna steel your dime

And it starts on Vimeo

And the next thing you know you're checking Spotify

Then you're pretty much obsessed

Haters just chap your butt

Responding "jealous much?"

And I'm sure you've gotten into debates in the Twittersphere

'Cause you're defending my honor to bloggers

That talk too much noise about my pop songs

"But country is evolving" yeah, you know that line so well

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes

Cause you're under my spell

High school poetry

Brings you to tears

I sing like an auctioneer

Fake chivalry makes your heart glow

Chorus
I don't wanna sing like Waylon
You won't hear a fiddle whine
I don't even sound like country
I just wanna take your dime

I would rather play some Kanye
Hang with Florida-Georgia Line
I don't care 'bout steel guitars
I just wanna steel your dime

Woah, I don't wanna sing Jones to you

Woah, I just want ninety-nine cents from you

I don't wanna sing like Paycheck
You won't hear a tear-filled line
I don't even sound like country
I just wanna take your dime

I would rather play some Jay-Z
Sure not into Patsy Cline
I don't care 'bout old dive bars
I just wanna take your dime

No, You ain't gotta call me country

As long as all my checks are signed

I know the way to teen hearts

I just wanna take your dime, ooh

Feb 11, 2015

Blame Georgia

 Blame Georgia
(Lyric parody of South Park's "Blame Canada")

Times are strange
Our kids are getting dumb
They won't respect tradition
They just want to bang and bump

Should we blame the school system?
Or blame bad parenting?
Or should we blame the X-Box?

No, blame Georgia!

Blame Georgia!

With all their trashy tailgate songs
And the studded jeans that they've got on

Blame Georgia! Blame Georgia!

It's time these idiots got caught
It's Georgia's fault!

Don't blame me if I lose my mind
I hear that damn Brantley and Jason and Luke all the time!

And Dallas Davidson, he's from Georgia as well
By now it's time we told them all just to go to hell

Yeah, blame Georgia!

Blame Georgia!

It seems that country music just sucks
Since Georgia discovered trucks

Blame Georgia!
Blame Georgia!

That's not even real country music anyway

My son should've been a scientist or a banker just as well
But all he wants to do is roll coal and go chasing tail

Should we blame ol Waylon?
Should we blame Paycheck?
Nah, blame Tyler Hubbard and Thomas Rhett.

That's it!

Blame Georgia! Blame Georgia!

With all their douchey hick-hoppin' crap
They can leap off Wolf Pen Gap

Blame Georgia! Shame on Georgia for...
The bros, we're so bored
And yeah, for Colt Ford
The Fireball and butts must all be undone
We must shame them and send them on the run
Oh, all this shitty music must be shunned

Blame Georgia! Blame Georgia!


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Don't take this too seriously, Georgians. 
Yes, we know Georgia is actually responsible for many more positives than negatives in country music. 
Just might wanna get some stuff in check in the present.

Dec 10, 2014

Christmas FGL Parody: "Holi Daze"

Photo from GAC


Holi Daze
(FTM Parody of FGL's "Sun Daze")

I’m gonna wear my man Uggs and
I’m gonna play some flip mug and
Rock a little bit of Slim Thug and
Burl Ives and T.I.
And drink some Jager neath the Christmas tree
I wonder what Santa's bringin' me
The way that I'm actin'
Coal and switches be packed in

Chorus
All I wanna do today
Is honor Jesus' birth and get stoned
On that naughty list, let the eggnog pour
That's what winter break is for
And all I wanna do is call some hoes and
Throw my balls made of snow
Bows on my gun rack
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with gettin’ my holi daze on
Gettin’ my holi daze on

Girl dress sexy for my Christmas party
Hoochie Mrs. Santa drankin' Bacardi
You ain't no elf, but girl you my shorty
It may not rhyme but I'm getting horny
I’ll sit you up on the fireplace hearth
And stick some garnish in your Christmas tart
The way that we rockin', I'll get in your stocking

All I wanna do today
Is wear my Santa hat and get stoned
On that naughty list, let the eggnog pour
That's what winter break is for
And all I wanna do is drive my Chevrolet
with a warm Fireball glow
Spray on minty Axe
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with gettin’ my holi daze on
Gettin’ my holi daze on

(Repeat Chorus)

Gettin’ my holi daze on

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