Come back tomorrow for A Photocrap Country Christmas!
Dec 18, 2008
Dec 17, 2008
Country Christmas Cover
Friday's theme is "A Country Christmas" with 15+ parody covers. 1 cover a day till then.
Dec 16, 2008
Hungry All the Time
A Tim McGraw/Faith Hill/Bruce Robison/Kelly Willis parody.
Hungry All the Time
(parody of “Angry All the Time” written by Bruce Robison)
Here we are
Four months bein’ a husband and a wife
Five bucks spent
on a combo meal in the late night Wendy’s line
You’re not big yet, but you’re getting a whole lot bigger every day
It’s too late for your girlish shape
It's all but slipped away
The reasons that I’m concerned don't have a thing to do with loving you dear
I just never knew when I said I do, your waistline would disappear
You ain't the only one who feels like the view’s larger from behind
I don't know why you gotta be hungry all the time
Your pants are torn, they’re splittin’ right across your derriere
I hope someday you can walk past a buffet and not stare
I remember every time we’d jog out in the rain
What I just can’t bear is the fourteen sizes you've added to the ten
The reasons that I’m concerned don't have a thing to do with loving you dear
I just never knew when I said I do, your waistline would disappear
You ain't the only one who feels like the view’s larger from behind
I don't know why you gotta be hungry all the time
Twenty pounds have come aboard since our ship set sail in June
and somehow you remind me now, of the white wedding balloons
And God it hurts me to think of you
In your weddin’ night lingerie
You’ve gone from that sexy shape to slurpin’ down a shake
The reasons that I’m concerned don't have a thing to do with loving you dear
I just never knew when I said I do, your waistline would disappear
You ain't the only one who feels like the view’s larger from behind
I don't know why you gotta be hungry all the time
Hungry All the Time
(parody of “Angry All the Time” written by Bruce Robison)
Here we are
Four months bein’ a husband and a wife
Five bucks spent
on a combo meal in the late night Wendy’s line
You’re not big yet, but you’re getting a whole lot bigger every day
It’s too late for your girlish shape
It's all but slipped away
The reasons that I’m concerned don't have a thing to do with loving you dear
I just never knew when I said I do, your waistline would disappear
You ain't the only one who feels like the view’s larger from behind
I don't know why you gotta be hungry all the time
Your pants are torn, they’re splittin’ right across your derriere
I hope someday you can walk past a buffet and not stare
I remember every time we’d jog out in the rain
What I just can’t bear is the fourteen sizes you've added to the ten
The reasons that I’m concerned don't have a thing to do with loving you dear
I just never knew when I said I do, your waistline would disappear
You ain't the only one who feels like the view’s larger from behind
I don't know why you gotta be hungry all the time
Twenty pounds have come aboard since our ship set sail in June
and somehow you remind me now, of the white wedding balloons
And God it hurts me to think of you
In your weddin’ night lingerie
You’ve gone from that sexy shape to slurpin’ down a shake
The reasons that I’m concerned don't have a thing to do with loving you dear
I just never knew when I said I do, your waistline would disappear
You ain't the only one who feels like the view’s larger from behind
I don't know why you gotta be hungry all the time
Dec 15, 2008
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Dec 10, 2008
A Christmas cover
Friday is "A Photocrappy Christmas" with 14+ parody album covers. 1 a day till then...
Dec 9, 2008
Dec 8, 2008
Dec 7, 2008
What Xmas is All About
What Xmas is All About
Neighbor was in his yard one December morn
Arranging some little dolls and a toy barn
Said it was something called a nativity scene
I just shook my head, decided to be nice
And offered him some neighborly advice
"Friend, don't you know what Christmas really means?"
Chorus
Man, it's icicle lights and inflatable elves
Hickory Farms and half price sales
And Shriners riding go-carts at the big parade downtown
It's an eggnog buzz at the office shindig
It's Rudolph, Santa and pudding figs
Just helpin' out, now you know what Christmas is all about
He just stared at me like my nose was on fire
Looked at my big sleigh suspended by wires
Asked me "Ain't you ever heard of the virgin birth?"
Said "If I want a sermon, I'll go to church"
He said "That's the reason we celebrate"
I had to laugh, but then I set him straight
Chorus 2
Cause It's a Wonderful Life and that mean ol' Grinch
It's my pants size going up an inch
It's window flocking, Christmas tree rocking and huge Walmart crowds
It's fruit cake, cookies and big shiny balls
It's getting drunk to put up with inlaws
Man get a clue, now you know what Christmas is all about
Bridge
He said "Merry Christmas" and walked away
Stuck some little baby down in the hay
He'll never learn...
That it's icicle lights and inflatable elves
Overstock dot com and half price sales
It's Santa on the firetruck at the big parade downtown
It's an eggnog buzz at the office shindig
It's Rudolph, Frosty and pudding figs
He just doesn't understand what Christmas is all about
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sat⋅ire
/ˈsætaɪər/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [sat-ahyuhr] Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. the use of irony, sarcasm, ridicule, or the like, in exposing, denouncing, or deriding vice, folly, etc.
2. a literary composition, in verse or prose, in which human folly and vice are held up to scorn, derision, or ridicule.
Copyright info for this lyric on this thread: http://tunesmith.net/forums/showthread.php?t=7336
Neighbor was in his yard one December morn
Arranging some little dolls and a toy barn
Said it was something called a nativity scene
I just shook my head, decided to be nice
And offered him some neighborly advice
"Friend, don't you know what Christmas really means?"
Chorus
Man, it's icicle lights and inflatable elves
Hickory Farms and half price sales
And Shriners riding go-carts at the big parade downtown
It's an eggnog buzz at the office shindig
It's Rudolph, Santa and pudding figs
Just helpin' out, now you know what Christmas is all about
He just stared at me like my nose was on fire
Looked at my big sleigh suspended by wires
Asked me "Ain't you ever heard of the virgin birth?"
Said "If I want a sermon, I'll go to church"
He said "That's the reason we celebrate"
I had to laugh, but then I set him straight
Chorus 2
Cause It's a Wonderful Life and that mean ol' Grinch
It's my pants size going up an inch
It's window flocking, Christmas tree rocking and huge Walmart crowds
It's fruit cake, cookies and big shiny balls
It's getting drunk to put up with inlaws
Man get a clue, now you know what Christmas is all about
Bridge
He said "Merry Christmas" and walked away
Stuck some little baby down in the hay
He'll never learn...
That it's icicle lights and inflatable elves
Overstock dot com and half price sales
It's Santa on the firetruck at the big parade downtown
It's an eggnog buzz at the office shindig
It's Rudolph, Frosty and pudding figs
He just doesn't understand what Christmas is all about
---------
sat⋅ire
/ˈsætaɪər/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [sat-ahyuhr] Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. the use of irony, sarcasm, ridicule, or the like, in exposing, denouncing, or deriding vice, folly, etc.
2. a literary composition, in verse or prose, in which human folly and vice are held up to scorn, derision, or ridicule.
Copyright info for this lyric on this thread: http://tunesmith.net/forums/showthread.php?t=7336
Dec 5, 2008
Dec 4, 2008
Kenny Chesney Parody
Don't forget, tomorrow is Country Day 6!
She Thinks My Protractor's Sexy
(parody of Kenny Chesney's "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy")
Checkin' test scores in the cool office air
When my baby walks in, Lordy lookee there
with pimento cheese spread and a 2 liter of ginger ale
She pulls up a seat and I whip it on out
What she came here to see, honey, there's no doubt
Just look at her face, it ain't that hard to tell
Chorus
She thinks my protractor's sexy
It really makes her hot
She says she likes my angles, I like her curves a lot
She loves the way I measure to exact degrees
Yeah, she really loves my geometry
She's the only one who proves my lovin' theory
She thinks my protractor's sexy
I check every inch till it's time to go home
I put away my tool and it makes her moan
Honey, you've spent all day looking over increments
She reaches her hand down into my drawer
Says she wants to see me use it some more
"Let's stay here all night and check each other's measurements"
She thinks my protractor's sexy
It really makes her hot
She says she likes my angles, I like her curves a lot
She loves the way I measure to exact degrees
Yeah, she really loves my geometry
She's the only one who proves my lovin' theory
She thinks my protractor's sexy
Bridge
Well she ain't into compasses or even slide rules
But a plastic semi-circle makes her drool
She thinks my protractor's sexy
It really makes her hot
She says she likes my angles, I like her curves a lot
She loves the way I measure to exact degrees
Yeah, she really loves my geometry
She's the only one who proves my lovin' theory
She thinks my protractor's sexy
She thinks my protractor's sexy
She thinks my protractor's sexy
She Thinks My Protractor's Sexy
(parody of Kenny Chesney's "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy")
Checkin' test scores in the cool office air
When my baby walks in, Lordy lookee there
with pimento cheese spread and a 2 liter of ginger ale
She pulls up a seat and I whip it on out
What she came here to see, honey, there's no doubt
Just look at her face, it ain't that hard to tell
Chorus
She thinks my protractor's sexy
It really makes her hot
She says she likes my angles, I like her curves a lot
She loves the way I measure to exact degrees
Yeah, she really loves my geometry
She's the only one who proves my lovin' theory
She thinks my protractor's sexy
I check every inch till it's time to go home
I put away my tool and it makes her moan
Honey, you've spent all day looking over increments
She reaches her hand down into my drawer
Says she wants to see me use it some more
"Let's stay here all night and check each other's measurements"
She thinks my protractor's sexy
It really makes her hot
She says she likes my angles, I like her curves a lot
She loves the way I measure to exact degrees
Yeah, she really loves my geometry
She's the only one who proves my lovin' theory
She thinks my protractor's sexy
Bridge
Well she ain't into compasses or even slide rules
But a plastic semi-circle makes her drool
She thinks my protractor's sexy
It really makes her hot
She says she likes my angles, I like her curves a lot
She loves the way I measure to exact degrees
Yeah, she really loves my geometry
She's the only one who proves my lovin' theory
She thinks my protractor's sexy
She thinks my protractor's sexy
She thinks my protractor's sexy
Dec 3, 2008
Early Christmas Present
Here's Willie with an early gift for you. Bio-Willie indeed. Coming weeks and days will bring a Photocrappy Christmas album cover day, a Country Christmas day and possibly a "Best of 2008" edition (not to be confused with last week's "Country - Best Of," this'll be a (mostly) all new set of covers of some of the best albums of the year. And this Friday will be Country Day 6!
Dec 2, 2008
Photocrap Store Item #3
University of Mississippi T-shirt"Alma Mater Song" Design*
Available in "One Size Fits All Pricks"
(Click to view design)
*Note - the final line of the alma mater is currently errr, not exactly correct, but time will bring things back into balance.
Dec 1, 2008
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