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Showing posts with label parody. Show all posts

Jan 22, 2014

Lyric Parody: Zac Brown Band - Sweet Annie




"Sweet Fanny"
(Parody of ZBB's "Sweet Annie")

(As sung by a bro-country songwriter)

I been drinkin' Lite
And leaning against this fender
Pretty girls and brain dead bros seem to be my line of work
Believe me when I say, I impressed by all your splendor
This man might be too old for you, but baby turn around

Sweet fanny
Can I stare at you a while
Then I'll write a song that's vile when we part,
Sweetheart I live life like a fraternity
And you've got just what I like
And with every song I write
I push misogyny 
Sweet fanny

Sweet fanny
Don't know how you're so round and tight
But those Daisy Dukes and your college glutes are just what I prefer
Your big and bodacious bootay, sugar shakes when you bend over
Dance around, to fake country sounds, please don't think I'm a perv

Sweet fanny
Can I stare at you a while
Then I'll write a song that's vile when we part,
Sweetheart I live life like a fraternity
And you've got just what I like
And with every song I write
I push misogyny 
Sweet fanny

Sweet fanny

Oh what a sight
There ain't too much fat in 'em
This'll go platinum
A plaque in my den
To tell the truth, my thoughts don't run much deeper
Did you just call me a creeper?
No please don't call the cops again

Sweet fanny
Can I stare at you a while
Then I'll write a song that's vile when we part,
Sweetheart I live life like a fraternity
And you've got just what I like
And with every song I write
I push misogyny 
Sweet fanny

Sweet fanny

Dec 19, 2013

A Christmas Lyric from Duck Dynasty's Phil Robertson (NSFW)



I Won't Be Homo for Christmas
©2013 FTM Lyrics

I'm dreamin' tonight of the straight kind of love
Not of men, I mean come on dudes
And although I know it's hip to "brokeback"
I promise you

I won't be homo for Christmas
You can't reach around me
Please have boobs and sweet, sweet poon
If you want this Christmas tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Where vagina's seen
I won't be homo for Christmas
Do not be deceived

Christmas Eve will find me
Far from fruity queens
I won't be homo for Christmas
Not even in my dreams
Okay, maybe just in my dreams

_________________

This trashy parody of "I'll Be Home for Christmas" is not reflective of anyone at FTM's personal beliefs in any regards to the Phil Robertson/A&E controversy. It's just satirical and topical...


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Dec 15, 2013

Cruise Parody - "Booze"

On the 1-year anniversary of "Cruise" hitting number one, here's a parody put together by 10-Pound Hammer (Bobby at Roughstock) and myself. If the words are a bit tough to discern thanks to the ample auto-tune, the lyrics are below!



"Booze"

To get your song on, you gotta sing about the girls and trucks and booze

VERSE 1
Yeah, when I first heard you on my radio station
It heralded the start of an idiotic invasion
Thought, "Oh good Lord, a stupid jam for the summer,
Because that's what we need to make radio dumber"

CHORUS
To get your song on, you gotta sing about  the girls and trucks and booze
To really knock 'em out, sing praise to the South and make a bold shout out or two
To the kings of country, that's a winner
Though you sound like Def Leppard mixed with Skynyrd, yeah
To get your song on, you gotta sing about  the girls and trucks and booze

VERSE 2
If he's nineteen and buzzin' with a head full of nothin'
And drinkin' and drivin with his speakers a-bumpin'
And headed to the field in his pickup, you know
Then singin' 'bout him will make a lot of dough

CHORUS
To get your song on, you gotta sing about  the girls and trucks and booze
To really knock 'em out, sing praise to the South and make a bold shout out or two
As if you sing country, that's a winner
No, you sound like Def Leppard mixed with Skynyrd, yeah
To get your song on, you gotta sing about  the girls and trucks and booze

VERSE 3

When that winter cold starts to retreat
It's time to crank up those hip hop beats, yeah
Just turn it up, play it all night
No one's gonna whine if you mention shine
And girls in bikinis and fire light.

It'll climb the charts, sell big at Walmart
Make sure to thank the Lord, no one cares 'bout art

Man, you sure got the brain in my head numbin'
I sure wish I'd thought of this instead

CHORUS
To get your song on, you gotta sing about  the girls and trucks and booze
To really knock 'em out, sing praise to the South and make a bold shout out or two
To get your song on, you gotta sing about  the girls and trucks and booze
To really knock 'em out, sing praise to the South and make a bold shout out or two
As if you sing country, that's a winner
No, you sound like Def Leppard mixed with Skynyrd, come on!
To get your song on, you gotta sing about  the girls and trucks and booze
Yeah, those girls and trucks and booze

Dec 11, 2013

FTM's Christmas Parody Song Playlist

FTM Holiday Song Parody Playlist*:

David Allan Coe- I'm Dreaming of a White White Christmas

Kacey Musgraves feat Ashley Monroe and Willie Nelson- The Christmas Bong

Florida-Georgia Line- Doin' it for the HoHoHos

Scotty McCreery - The Howdy Doody Christmas

Gary Levox- I'm Getting Stuffing for Christmas

Taylor Swift - Santa Looked a Lot Like Scott Borchetta

Kenny Chesney-  All I Want for Christmas is a Real Good Man

Justin Moore - Have Yourself a Very Little Christmas

Colt Ford ft T-Pain- Rufus the Remix Reindeer

Jason Aldean - Oh Come All Ye Unfaithful

Luke Bryan- Rockin' Around in Skinny Jeans



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-Concept and most of the titles by Robert Groves @fiveoletsgo
*These songs do not actually exist.

Nov 6, 2013

If Dallas Davidson Had Written These Classics


FTM ponders what these classic rock, R&B and country songs would have sounded like if Dallas Davidson or any of his compadres had written them...


Heartbreaker (Led Zeppelin)

Shake so good got me in a bind, tripping on wallet chains
You're fillin' that bikini top, glistening by the fire
Sugar shaker, your tan lines glow, come take your Levi's off
Love that moneymaker



American Pie

So hey girl, Miss American Pie
Drove my Raptor to the pasture, drinkin' cherry moonshine
And us good old boys were crankin' Jay-Z on up
Singing this'll be the night I get some, this'll be the night I get some



He Stopped Loving Her Today

She stopped shakin' it today
He took her pic off his dashboard
And soon he'll wreck his Chevrolet
She stopped shakin' it today



When Doves Cry

Touch if you will my tattoo
Sweet-ass new tribal design
You've got the watermelon lipstick
Don't make me beg you
Country boys got pride



Hey Jude

Hey Chad, don't spill my beer
Crank a Hank song just like a baller
Remember to find a chick at the bar
Then you can start to give a holler


Thunder Road

And the truck door slams, Mary's sundress sways
Like a vision, she scoots across that bench seat
As the radio plays, Toby Keith singing "Who's Your Daddy"
Hey let me rub on your big fatty

Chase Rice is the Bro-iest!


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