Showing posts with label parody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parody. Show all posts
Jan 5, 2016
Honest Lyrics: Luke Bryan, Kelsea Ballerini, etc.
Dec 22, 2015
If _____ Wrote a Christmas Song: 2015
Cole Swindell
Hey Ms. Claus I wanna wish you well
Let me watch you shake that thang like a bell
Come and take a ride in my jacked up sleigh
One arm round you, one holding the reins
We'll jingle ling down a gravel road
Make a little joy, who cares if it's cold?
Jay-Z
I'm a gift in every sense of the word, grinch
Better trust and believe in
Santa Claus this evenin'
Spreadin' joy like what, gonna roast them chestnuts
HOV!
Old Dominion
Greetings girl, what's up?
It's a holiday, but I knew you'd pick it up
What you got on?
Are you wearing that mistletoe thong I bought ya
I know you've dialed "91_" on your land line, but I'm hopin' you don't call
I'm watching through your window, and I brought you some Christmas balls
Slayer
Holiday bell ensemble
Joyous to see
Reindeer flying through the night
But then strikes tragedy
Gunshots o'er Tennessee
Hunting season's siege
Santa's team falls under the blade
Venison sausage is made
Nicki Minaj
This dude named Kringle used to make me merriest
Sack bigger than a mountain, I ain't talking about Everest
Real jolly ass elf, let me drive his snow speeder
Cookies made his mouth water, now he calling me Keebler
Kacey Musgraves
Misspelled Christmas on the trailer deck
Cause there's rum in my cider glass
If you hear the neighbors gossiping
Tell 'em they can kiss my merry ass
Labels:
Christmas,
Cole Swindell,
Jay-Z,
Kacey Musgraves,
Nicki Minaj,
Old Dominion,
parody,
Satire,
Slayer
Nov 17, 2015
If Florida-Georgia Line Had Written "Ironic"
Labels:
Alanis Morisette,
Florida Georgia Line,
memes,
parody,
Satire
Nov 12, 2015
Sep 17, 2015
Aug 14, 2015
Congrats for Being Pretty!
Labels:
Michael Ray,
parody,
radio promo ads,
Randy Houser,
Satire
Aug 6, 2015
The Band Perry Returns with a New Member?
Labels:
parody,
radio promo ads,
Satire,
Sesame Street,
The Band Perry
Jul 23, 2015
Remember When: A Depressing Parody Lyric
"Remember When"
(A depressing parody of Alan Jackson's "Remember When")
Remember when songs were sung with words so true
and steel guitars and fiddles were still cool
You could hurt with Patsy Cline
Thumb a ride with Charley Pride
Remember when
Remember when they called the cows
or honky tonked
Broke our hearts, closed the bars, living hard
Waylon and Merle, trains and spurs
Texas boys, Kentucky girls
Remember when
Remember when old ones died and new came on
The sound was changed, modernized, rearranged
But even though some shined like stars
They still had country heart
Remember when
Remember when the lure of fame and greed
made the music
Chase the trend of the week
Big pickup trucks, bass and lust
Stole the soul and broke our trust
Remember when
Remember when George Strait was always on
And there was still twang in country songs
But where we are,
From where we've been
Too far to go back again
Remember when
Remember when we knew it'd be okay
And the cycle would turn back someday
But that's all past, pour a glass
Put on some Johnny Cash
And just remember when
(A depressing parody of Alan Jackson's "Remember When")
Remember when songs were sung with words so true
and steel guitars and fiddles were still cool
You could hurt with Patsy Cline
Thumb a ride with Charley Pride
Remember when
Remember when they called the cows
or honky tonked
Broke our hearts, closed the bars, living hard
Waylon and Merle, trains and spurs
Texas boys, Kentucky girls
Remember when
Remember when old ones died and new came on
The sound was changed, modernized, rearranged
But even though some shined like stars
They still had country heart
Remember when
Remember when the lure of fame and greed
made the music
Chase the trend of the week
Big pickup trucks, bass and lust
Stole the soul and broke our trust
Remember when
Remember when George Strait was always on
And there was still twang in country songs
But where we are,
From where we've been
Too far to go back again
Remember when
Remember when we knew it'd be okay
And the cycle would turn back someday
But that's all past, pour a glass
Put on some Johnny Cash
And just remember when
Jul 20, 2015
FGL's Got the Big Head Now
Labels:
Florida Georgia Line,
parody,
radio promo ads,
Satire
Jul 2, 2015
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
(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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Labels:
lyric parody,
parody,
Sam Hunt,
Satire
Apr 14, 2015
Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes? (Another Hilarious New Parody/Satire)
Well done, Marilyn Branson!
Feb 6, 2015
Band Mashup: Raelynn Sremmurd
Labels:
Band Mash-up,
parody,
Photocrap,
Rae Sremmurd,
Raelynn
Dec 22, 2014
The 12 Bros of Christmas
The 12 Bros of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
A startling STD
On the second day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the third day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the fourth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Four V-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the fifth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the sixth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the seventh day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the eighth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the ninth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Nine hoes a twerking
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the tenth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Ten Fords on Nittos
Nine hoes a twerking
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the first day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
A startling STD
On the second day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the third day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the fourth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Four V-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the fifth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the sixth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the seventh day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the eighth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the ninth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Nine hoes a twerking
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the tenth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Ten Fords on Nittos
Nine hoes a twerking
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the eleventh day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
Eleven Swishers lighting
Ten Fords on Nittos
Nine hoes a twerking
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
On the twelfth day of Christmas
a dude bro sent to me:
12” subs thumping
Eleven Swishers lighting
Ten Fords on Nittos
Nine hoes a twerking
Eight trucknuts swinging
Seven jeans so skinny
Six tans a spraying
Five chromed-out things
Four v-neck shirts
Three dick pics
Two Jäger bombs
and a startling STD
Labels:
bro-country,
Christmas,
parody,
Trucks
Dec 12, 2014
Classic Christmas Album Covers: Bleeding Cowboys
Labels:
Alabama,
Bleeding Cowboys,
Christmas,
Elvis,
James Brown,
Mariah Carey,
parody
Dec 10, 2014
Dustin Lynch, Parmalee, Chase Bryant: 1 Ad, 3 Times the Hatin'
Labels:
Chase Bryant,
Dustin Lynch,
Parmalee,
parody,
parody ads,
Satire
Nov 20, 2014
Misheard Lyrics: Garth Brooks
Labels:
Chris LeDoux,
Garth Brooks,
Misheard Lyrics,
parody,
Photocrap
Nov 11, 2014
Lyric Parody of Scotty McCreery's "Feelin' It"
Another potty-humor lyric parody from the mind of a perpetual 13-year-old.
"Flatulence"
(Lyric Parody of Scotty McCreery's "Feelin' It")
I'm flatulent
Black beans beanin'
Salsa saucin'
Tacos down the hatch
Cheese is cheesin'
Beef is beefin'
I should have skipped this snack
Flatulence
Beer is bubblin'
Tummy's troublin'
Pressure's building' up (uh)
On a third date
I shouldn't have ate
Somethin' that would struggle in my gut (flatulence)
And I pray, I pray I can hold on
Hope nothin', nothin' will go wrong
I don't wanna play a sphincter song
Must hold it in
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Hunched up, pray for luck, God willin'
but it's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' while tension climbs
Drop an SBD if I can
Hope it don't get out of hand
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence
Please no rippin'
Nothing for whiffin'
Slip, slippin' holdin' on tight (man this sucks)
Date gets hotter
Don't drop a rotter
Keep organs in a vice (flatulence)
And I pray, I pray I can hold on
Hope nothin', nothin' will go wrong
I don't wanna play a sphincter song
Must hold it in (like this)
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Hunched up, pray for luck, God willin'
but it's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' while tension climbs
Drop an SBD if I can
Hope it don't get out of hand
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence
Egg needs layin'
Donkey needs brayin'
But my girl wants a kiss
Red faced confession
Gaseous expression
Baby forgive me for this
(Flatulence)
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Set free, full relief, expellin'
It's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' when tension's gone
She just laughs as she holds my hand
She says she understands
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence
We go parkin'
Kia's rockin'
Please no shartin'
Oh, I'm flatulent
(Lyric Parody of Scotty McCreery's "Feelin' It")
I'm flatulent
Black beans beanin'
Salsa saucin'
Tacos down the hatch
Cheese is cheesin'
Beef is beefin'
I should have skipped this snack
Flatulence
Beer is bubblin'
Tummy's troublin'
Pressure's building' up (uh)
On a third date
I shouldn't have ate
Somethin' that would struggle in my gut (flatulence)
And I pray, I pray I can hold on
Hope nothin', nothin' will go wrong
I don't wanna play a sphincter song
Must hold it in
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Hunched up, pray for luck, God willin'
but it's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' while tension climbs
Drop an SBD if I can
Hope it don't get out of hand
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence
Please no rippin'
Nothing for whiffin'
Slip, slippin' holdin' on tight (man this sucks)
Date gets hotter
Don't drop a rotter
Keep organs in a vice (flatulence)
And I pray, I pray I can hold on
Hope nothin', nothin' will go wrong
I don't wanna play a sphincter song
Must hold it in (like this)
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Hunched up, pray for luck, God willin'
but it's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' while tension climbs
Drop an SBD if I can
Hope it don't get out of hand
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence
Egg needs layin'
Donkey needs brayin'
But my girl wants a kiss
Red faced confession
Gaseous expression
Baby forgive me for this
(Flatulence)
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Set free, full relief, expellin'
It's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' when tension's gone
She just laughs as she holds my hand
She says she understands
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence
We go parkin'
Kia's rockin'
Please no shartin'
Oh, I'm flatulent
Labels:
parody,
Parody lyrics,
Scotty McCreery
Sep 18, 2014
Small Town Douchebag
Small Town Douchebag
(Lyric parody of Brantley Gilbert/Thomas Rhett/Justin Moore's "Small Town Throwdown")
Oh bruh
Around these parts his kind ain't new
No job but drives a jacked Chevrolet
Plays rap-rock, tatts on neck
3 kids from 3 girls on the way
Runs stop signs
Got a party at his folks' house tonight
Hand on his crotch, drinkin' fake shine
He loves gauge earrings and skanky girls,
Never got a ticket, claims he's done time
He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Natty gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag
Yo, who got some ganja son?
Now he's got a house full of dumbass bros
Round here they're common as grass is
Rockin' Lil Wayne and FGL
Tore up, showin' their asses
What you looking at man?
Somebody says there's college boys
Rollin' in to hook up with their b**ches
If they step in there usin' fancy words
He's gonna send 'em home in stitches
He's a small town douchebag
His mean mug takes over when his brain power lags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' High Life gettin' tight
Fly high that rebel flag, he's a small town douchebag
C'mon
He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Taaka gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag
He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Natty gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag
He's a small town douchebag
WTF
(Lyric parody of Brantley Gilbert/Thomas Rhett/Justin Moore's "Small Town Throwdown")
Oh bruh
Around these parts his kind ain't new
No job but drives a jacked Chevrolet
Plays rap-rock, tatts on neck
3 kids from 3 girls on the way
Runs stop signs
Got a party at his folks' house tonight
Hand on his crotch, drinkin' fake shine
He loves gauge earrings and skanky girls,
Never got a ticket, claims he's done time
He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Natty gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag
Yo, who got some ganja son?
Now he's got a house full of dumbass bros
Round here they're common as grass is
Rockin' Lil Wayne and FGL
Tore up, showin' their asses
What you looking at man?
Somebody says there's college boys
Rollin' in to hook up with their b**ches
If they step in there usin' fancy words
He's gonna send 'em home in stitches
He's a small town douchebag
His mean mug takes over when his brain power lags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' High Life gettin' tight
Fly high that rebel flag, he's a small town douchebag
C'mon
He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Taaka gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag
He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Natty gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag
He's a small town douchebag
WTF
Labels:
Brantley Gilbert,
bro country,
Justin Moore,
parody,
Parody lyrics,
Satire,
Thomas Rhett
Jul 8, 2014
We Are Bro Country
We Are Bro-Country
(Lyric parody of Hank Jr's "Young Country")
We are bro-country, we are bad ass
Illegitimate children of inbred white trash
Our hair might be faux-hawked, jeans glittered and spiked
We know how to get drunk and go lookin' for fights
We know what's tight, glass pack exhaust
And if you don't like it, I'll punch you, boss
We name drop the old stuff, but we only like new
And we do our own rappin', blue jean booty slappin'
If you're offended, F you
We are bro country, we ain't too bright
Our music and lifestyles, are big piles of shite
We don't have diplomas, or shirts that fit right
but we know how to bang skanks come Saturday night
We like Eminem, we get faded to EDM
We like Lil Wayne and Jay-Z and T-Pain
Old Hank would be sick, wait who is old Hank?
We like our country mixed with hip-hop and stank
We are bro-country, we have no pride
Except in our bench press and sweet jacked up rides
Kid Rock would be proud and Fred Durst give props
'cause we like our country with drum loops and bass drops
We like to smoke bowls, we like to roll coal
Don't like it? F u!
Labels:
bro-country,
Eminem,
Hank Jr.,
Hank Williams Sr.,
Jay-Z,
Kid Rock,
Lil Wayne,
Limp Bizkit,
parody,
Satire,
T-Pain,
Trucks
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