My apologies to my Australian readers (all 2 of you!) for my likely misuse of slang and whatnot. I did the best I could with a Wikipedia education. Thanks to Twitter follower Seven Shells Media for the idea for this theme day!
Aug 19, 2009
Aussie Country Day
Labels:
Country Day,
parody
Aug 18, 2009
Gloriana Parody
I'm sorry. That's about all I can say to you regarding the following parody lyric. I wouldn't write so many parodies about gastrointestinal issues, if so many country hits didn't have the word "heart" in the title.
I'll make it up to you tomorrow with "Aussie Country Day" - 13+ parody album covers of all Australian country artists (and one guy from New Zealand).
Okay, proceed no further if you have class or a sensitive gag reflex. Or do, it's your keyboard.
Violent Farts
(A parody of Gloriana's "Wild at Heart")
Downed a sackload
Wet, hot chitlins
Felt my insides slippin' greased and wild
I ripped one
Pants came undone
Stomach clenched and the stench was so vile
I've never been one to go half-ass
So the next one came out twice as fast
This one hurt so bad I nearly cried
Down there my guts are bindin'
Typhoons they brew behind me
Hell bent on racin' down that dumpy ride
Darlin' if you're smart, you'll listen
You'd better keep your distance
I got that somethin' baby,
Violent farts
About midnight, Mylanta
But a chill runs down my spine
See my stomach, it's expandin'
It's really gonna blow this time
Stick your hand into my back pocket
If you want it to fly like a rocket
My new pair of Levi's are defiled
(Chorus)
O-oh, that ain't right
Pepto Bismol can't fight what's yet to come
O-oh, that ain't right
Got the devil's wind coming out of my bum
(Chorus) x2
They've got me hunching baby,
Violent farts
O-oh, all night
Aug 17, 2009
John Rich's Songwriting Tips #13
Clichés, smichés. They're well known because they're true. Get as famous as me, and you can write whatever trite, overused themes and lines in a song you danged well care to. If you want to put in a line about a "mansion on a hill" or "crankin' Hank" or have grandpa give some advice just before he breathes his last Marlboro tinged breath while seraphim are circling over his friggin' head just before the final chorus, do it. Well, not you... but me. I can.*Not actually written by John Rich.
Labels:
John Rich,
JR's Songwriting Tips
Aug 16, 2009
Drunk old men in bars = our greatest philosophers?
This is a satirical lyrical take on all the "old man/drunk old man in a bar imparts great knowledge upon a young man having love troubles" songs. I'm looking at you "People are Crazy."
What the Old Man Said
Was on the outs with my lady
So I checked myself into a bar
Ordered up a seven and seven
Set fire to a Cuban cigar
Old drunk struck up conversation
Asked "What are you here to forget?"
So I told him of all my problems
And this is what the old man said
These days I wear diapers
Cause I can't hold it in
Spongebob is my hero
Sweet taters make me grin
Women, they's all bitches
Now Jack Daniels is my girl
I believe in UFO's
Oh, think I'm gonna hurl
I pondered on his thoughtful words
Smiled at the wisdom therein
Ordered up a seven and seven
For my philosophical friend
He talked the new world order
And how he wished his name was Ted
Then I noticed a tear in his eye
And this is what the old man said
I like to play Atari
Global cooling is a scam
Yes I wear a Speedo
When I slice deviled ham
Jack Ingram is my savior
Could you scoot your stool up close?
Penis rhymes with Venus
Would you butter my rye toast?
Bridge
I never saw that old man again
Till the day I heard he was dead
He'd left me a note, some nugget he wrote
And this is what the old man said
"Bye"
Was on the outs with my lady
So I checked myself into a bar
Ordered up a seven and seven
Set fire to a Cuban cigar
Old drunk struck up conversation
Asked "What are you here to forget?"
So I told him of all my problems
And this is what the old man said
These days I wear diapers
Cause I can't hold it in
Spongebob is my hero
Sweet taters make me grin
Women, they's all bitches
Now Jack Daniels is my girl
I believe in UFO's
Oh, think I'm gonna hurl
I pondered on his thoughtful words
Smiled at the wisdom therein
Ordered up a seven and seven
For my philosophical friend
He talked the new world order
And how he wished his name was Ted
Then I noticed a tear in his eye
And this is what the old man said
I like to play Atari
Global cooling is a scam
Yes I wear a Speedo
When I slice deviled ham
Jack Ingram is my savior
Could you scoot your stool up close?
Penis rhymes with Venus
Would you butter my rye toast?
Bridge
I never saw that old man again
Till the day I heard he was dead
He'd left me a note, some nugget he wrote
And this is what the old man said
"Bye"
©2009 Corey Parkman
Labels:
Original Lyrics,
Satire
Aug 15, 2009
YouTube Gems: Son Volt
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YouTube Gems
Aug 14, 2009
Country Day Bonus Track and a Sneak Peek
Here's a first.... a reader submitted parody cover! Ten Pound Hammer gets the cred for this 'un - thanks TPH! After that is a screen shot of my "new covers" folder that shows a sneak peek of country days to come. Fun Fun Fun!




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Photocrap
Aug 13, 2009
Country Day: August
Labels:
Country Day,
Photocrap
Aug 12, 2009
Reba Parody
This Friday is Country Day: August featuring 17 new parody covers which include Gloriana, Rascal Flatts and Brad Paisley. For today, here's a lyrical parody of Reba's "Strange."
Skank
(Parody of Reba's "Strange")
He rolled out feelin' good about himself
His Ed Hardy t-shirt
True Religion jeans, yeah pimped out
At the spot with his good friends, chasin' some sex
Jager for starts
Had a fine lady befriended
He got himself a piece
Proud of himself until the a.m.
Skank, talk about suck, he woke up
With a ho' beside him
Skank, he better see the doc, have a talk
Get a test to see if he's contagious
He got tanked, drunk lust
Skank
Thinks he lost his mind to spend the night with that wreck
He damn sure regrets it
She smells like Camels
And her tattooed face ain't quite as sexy
As it was last night
After way too many drinks
Chained and pierced, this can't be good
Better get lost, he's wasting time
Skank, talk about suck, he woke up
With a ho' beside him
Skank, He better see the doc, have a talk
Get a test to see if he's contagious
He's ashamed, so much
Skank
Skank
Skank, talk about suck he woke up
With a ho' beside him
Skank, he better she's contagious
He got tanked, drunk lust
Skank
Skank, talk about scared he woke up
With a wild coyote
Skank, skank
Labels:
parody
Aug 11, 2009
What's under Trent's Doo-rag?
FTM has received an exclusive shot of Trent Tomlinson sans bandana. Now we know why he keeps that lettuce under wraps!


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Photocrap
Fantasy Football Teams of the Country Stars
Fantasy football seems to get more and more popular every year. With the NFL season just around the corner, even some country stars have gotten into the act. FTM got ahold of the team names and logos from several of Nashville's biggest acts. See if you can match up the fantasy football team logo/name on the left to the team's owner on the right. Click on this link for a better view. Check your answers here!
Labels:
Chuck Wicks,
Fantasy Football
Aug 10, 2009
So Brooks & Dunn's done...
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Photocrap
31 Country Music Themes: 15-17
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31 Country Themes
Aug 9, 2009
Joe Diffie Parody
Here's a funny parody from new contributor Bobby Joe!
Note from BJ: Apologies to Kerry Kurt Phillips and Howard Perdew, writers of the fine hit by Joe Diffie, "Pickup Man."
Stickup Man
(©2009 BobbyJoe parody lyric)
Well, I got my first Glock when I was ten
Robbed a lemonade stand with a friend
Hauled booty and ran and thought twice before
I robbed a golden-tooth pimp and his fav'rite whore
She tried to bribe me with a flash and he said, "Dude, understand
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man"
When I turned sixteen, I jacked a car for a thrill
My first ride was a Coup Deville
I was cruisin' the town and the first freak I seen
Was Juicy Jo Johnson, the neighborhood queen
He flagged me down with his polished nail hands, and said
"I never knew you were a stickup man"
(Chorus):
You ought to hear it fire, man, it makes them run
I wouldn't even trade it for an Uzi gun
It's got a ten-round clip that's always easy to change
You know, if it weren't for cops, I'd always get my way
I spend my time out on the lam
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
Most Friday nights, I can be found
Chasin' freaky young things down at Lee Roy's Lounge
While out on the street, my ol' homeboy Son
Well, he's casing joints for a midnight run
I always got my radio tuned to po-lice band
'Cause there's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
(Chorus):
You ought to hear it fire, man, it makes them run
I wouldn't even trade it for an Uzi gun
It's got a ten-round clip that's always easy to change
You know, if it weren't for cops, I'd always get my way
I spend my time out on the lam
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
(Bridge):
A job with low pay or a rapper's bling dreams
One squeeze of my Glock and you'll know what I mean
(Chorus):
You ought to hear it fire, man, it makes them run
I wouldn't even trade it for an Uzi gun
It's got a ten-round clip that's always easy to change
You know, if it weren't for cops, I'd always get my way
I spend my time out on the lam
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
Yeah, there's something po-lice hate about a stickup man
Stickup Man
(©2009 BobbyJoe parody lyric)
Well, I got my first Glock when I was ten
Robbed a lemonade stand with a friend
Hauled booty and ran and thought twice before
I robbed a golden-tooth pimp and his fav'rite whore
She tried to bribe me with a flash and he said, "Dude, understand
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man"
When I turned sixteen, I jacked a car for a thrill
My first ride was a Coup Deville
I was cruisin' the town and the first freak I seen
Was Juicy Jo Johnson, the neighborhood queen
He flagged me down with his polished nail hands, and said
"I never knew you were a stickup man"
(Chorus):
You ought to hear it fire, man, it makes them run
I wouldn't even trade it for an Uzi gun
It's got a ten-round clip that's always easy to change
You know, if it weren't for cops, I'd always get my way
I spend my time out on the lam
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
Most Friday nights, I can be found
Chasin' freaky young things down at Lee Roy's Lounge
While out on the street, my ol' homeboy Son
Well, he's casing joints for a midnight run
I always got my radio tuned to po-lice band
'Cause there's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
(Chorus):
You ought to hear it fire, man, it makes them run
I wouldn't even trade it for an Uzi gun
It's got a ten-round clip that's always easy to change
You know, if it weren't for cops, I'd always get my way
I spend my time out on the lam
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
(Bridge):
A job with low pay or a rapper's bling dreams
One squeeze of my Glock and you'll know what I mean
(Chorus):
You ought to hear it fire, man, it makes them run
I wouldn't even trade it for an Uzi gun
It's got a ten-round clip that's always easy to change
You know, if it weren't for cops, I'd always get my way
I spend my time out on the lam
There's just something po-lice hate about a stickup man
Yeah, there's something po-lice hate about a stickup man
Labels:
Joe Diffie,
parody
Aug 8, 2009
YouTube Gems: George Jones
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YouTube Gems
Aug 7, 2009
Kellie Pickler Can Count to Three
Labels:
Kellie Pickler,
Photocrap,
Random
Aug 6, 2009
John Rich's Songwriting Tips #12
The hook is the thing. It needs to be strong, rememorable and marketable. Especially that last thing. If you ain't got a sharp hook, you ain't got shee-it. My hooks have brought me great wealth and that has led to great refinement and sophistication. #1 songs, hoochie mamas, fur coats, you name it, I've had it, I'll get it or I don't want it. It's also good to have a nice right hook when you're in my position of superiority. Sometimes you gotta keep fools in check.
Labels:
John Rich,
JR's Songwriting Tips
Fun With Charts & Graphs: ZBB
Labels:
Fun With Charts and Graphs
Aug 5, 2009
Billy Currington "People Are Crazy" Lyric Parody
People Are Lazy
(Parody of Billy Currington's "People Are Crazy")
Me and this old fart
At this run down redneck bar
Were shootin' us some bull and
Drinkin' too much beer
Laughin', talkin' sh*t
Pointing out the ugly chicks
Makin' fun of hicks and
Being a couple of dicks
We talked about this town
It's old and falling down
The water is smelly brown,
God's ashamed, beer is good and people are lazy
He said "I've dodged a war,
Six times I've got divorced"
What put you on welfare roles?
I belched "Damn if I know"
We talked bout the President
How he's stealin' every cent
We can't pay trailer rent
And still afford to get bent
We pondered the Bachelorette
Over some cigarettes
Cussin' how football ain't started back yet
Oh, God's ashamed, beer is good and people are lazy
Last call was 2:00am
We both threw up and then
I never saw that dude again
Till just yesterday
I saw the old fart's face
Up on a big billboard
For not payin' his child support
And right next to him was me
"Bitch turned me in" I swore
Yeah, I was mad as hell
I can't pay, I been in jail
So I left town today
Going the Greyhound way
And guess who I ran into in seat 5-A
(and he had a six pack with him!)
You know, God's ashamed, beer is good and people are lazy
God's ashamed, beer is good and people are lazy
God's ashamed, beer is good and people are lazy
Labels:
parody
Aug 4, 2009
Fun With Charts & Graphs: Jamey Johnson's Beard
Labels:
Fun With Charts and Graphs,
Jamey Johnson
Aug 3, 2009
31 Country Music Themes: 10-14
I neglected to post any country themes last week, so here's a double scoop.
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31 Country Themes
Aug 2, 2009
Aug 1, 2009
YouTube Jams: The Leprechaun Rap
I don't wanna doubly exploit people acting a fool so I'll let you look up the original news story that led to this for yourself (if you haven't seen it already - I'm a little late). It's hilarious and this rap remix is hilarious-er. You might even get it stuck in your head.
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YouTube Gems
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