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Song Parodies -> "The Dump"

Original Song Title:

"My Humps"

 (MP3)
Original Performer:

Black Eyed Peas

Parody Song Title:

"The Dump"

Parody Written by:

the_conqueror_of_parodies

The Lyrics

You know, if you're gonna keep leaving everything on the floor, I'm gonna bag it all up and take it to the tip! Yes, I will. Watch me...
Whatcha gon' do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?
I'mma take-take-take-take it up, take it up right to the dump
The dump, the dump, the dump, the dump, the dump
The dump, the dump, the dump before it smells too much, throw it out

My roommates have been lazy since I've known them, but lately
The garbage is piled highly, the smell is so unsightly
Yes, I see the colour of the stench, no stutter
No amount of swearin' can convince 'em to start carin', I
Simply started grabbin' my gloves, I did the snap bit
Just in case they start givin' more of a shit, nothin', livid
So I kept on takin' the piles they've been makin'
And I'm gonna take it to where I know to place it
I love (love), I love, I love, I love (love)
I love our city dump (love), the dump, the dump, the dump (love)
The dump's there for you

When you need tippin' (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Tippin' all your garbage quickly, in large amounts quickly
Watch me start tippin' (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Tippin' out this garbage quickly, qui-quickly, quickly

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?
I'mma take-take-take-take it up, take it up right to the dump
Whatcha gon' do with all that crap, all that crap burstin' the seams?
I'mma feel-feel-feel-feel so free, feel so free, feel so free
Thanks to the dump (huh), the dump, the dump, the dump (what?)
The dump, the dump, the dump (huh), best place to turf out stuff, throw it out

I'm off to hurl out all this shit, so don't say "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, don't go"
If you weren't so lazy, I would be more chummy and I'd feel less scummy
From the mess you kept pilin' up, it just kept on pilin'
Such a mess that kept pilin' up, had to make it right

A bit too late to text me "I'm sorry!" 'cause you vex me
You always tried convincin' me you'll "clean soon", bullshittin' me
Said that I would dump, dump all this at the dump, dump
Should've looked at me, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, sayin':
"Not your mama, not your friggin' mama
No, no mama, no, no, no, no mama"
So now you wring your hands, boy? Panicky glance, boy?
Your stuff that I've grabbed, boy? Off to the dump
The dump, the dump, the dump, the dump
The dump, the dump, the dump, the dump, the dump, the dump
Just grabbed the piles of stuff (junk), the messy, smelly stuff (junk)
If it contained real stuff (junk) then who's bad is that, you dunce (junk)?
You'll find blame on you

Yes, I'm dismissin' (ooh-ooh-ooh)
All your way-too-damn-late worries about your shoes and tees
Should not have left them (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Left 'em under shit so messy, me-messy, messy

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?
I'mma take-take-take-take it up, take it up right to the dump
Whatcha gon' do with all that crap, all that crap burstin' the seams?
I'mma feel-feel-feel-feel so free, feel so free, feel so free
Whatcha gon' do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?
I'mma take-take-take-take it up, take it up right to the dump
Whatcha gon' do with all that mess, all that mess covered in dirt?
I'mma give-give-give-give folks work, give folks work-work, give folks work

Folks make a livin' (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Dealin' with things oh-so-smelly, sometimes I feel envy
They're used to this shit (ooh-ooh-ooh)
In a way I guess you are, see, we-were, see, sorry

Just deal, just deal, just deal, just deal
Just deal, just deal, just deal, just deal
Just deal, just deal, just deal, just deal
Just deal, just deal, just deal, just deal
Just deal

As much as I love re-using lines from the original song verbatim in a brand new context, it pains me that do it this time required me to use a specifically American term. Because while those in the US of A refer to the rear storage compartment of the car as the "trunk", in Australia it's referred to as the "boot". Oh, the prices of recontextualisation...I think that's what I'm doing anyway. Way more work and thought than "My Humps" deserves, in either case.

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