-> "Thirrty Thousand Parodies!"
Original Song Title:
"Dirrty"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"Thirrty Thousand Parodies!"
Parody Written by:
Nib Oswald
The Lyrics
Uhh, quirky. Witty. Jesting.
A circus of purile pastiching.
We now reach thirrty-thousand freaking PARODIES!!!
Beatles! (Spoofed.)
Eminem! (Spoofed.)
Somebody's bringing a farce,
A pile of these goofs!
Bringing a farce.
AmIThirrtyThousand?
Bringing a farce.
AmIThirrtyThousand?
Bringing a farce.
AmIThirrtyThousand?
Oh! They overflow.
Many a tune, a pun or two.
80's through to the blues.
Making the world cachinnate and hoot.
Each days ditties, earn a laugh.
Just hit thirrty-thousand gaffes.
You'll read a bit, can't get enough.
Not until these jokers stop.
It's derisive, people are humming.
Still punning sex, linguists cunning.
Fables, ballads, headlines and banterin'.
So get some rhymes and start slanderin'.
Lampooning pop.
And flouting hip-hop.
Gunna get the world, to enjoy,
All our crazy ploys!
Gotta get, lousy!
What a pack of nitwit, fools here!
Satirising rock isn't, funny!
Clockin' up thirrty.
It's about rhymes that are lame and quite sar-donic!
Wit that is overly, potty!
Cancer for the original, artist!
Clockin' up thirrty.
It's AmIRight, so Rabelaisian!
Aargh! Spoiled the fun.
I hate it, hell, I got some ones.
That is wack, bloody slack.
How could someone not like rap?
Jibes keep coming. Low as low.
Sk8ter Boi's suckin'? Comic gold.
You'll read a bit, can't get enough.
Vote until my 5 key's stuffed.
Just log on and surf through this ocean.
Awful poems, hate ‘em and loathe ‘em.
There's no stop, as we keep knocking.
Marred jocularity, mocking.
What's AmIRight?
Just hit this site.
Gunna get the world, to enjoy,
All our crazy ploys!
Gotta get, lousy!
What a pack of nitwit, fools here!
Satirising rock isn't, funny!
Clockin' up thirrty.
It's about rhymes that are lame and quite sar-donic!
Wit that is overly, potty!
Cancer for original, artists!
Clockin' up thirrty.
It's AmIRight and ripe with jibing!
Hear a song, think it's dumb.
You start making one.
Got stuck? Giving up?
No! That's not hot!
Really got to just wanna keep crafting ‘em
Oh wow. Thirrty thou'.
Here we go, start with a farce.
Now you can shake it up, Sir Lark-a-lot.
And I bet ya some dummy's gunna call it slop.
Like our thirrty thou'.
Gotta get, lousy!
What a pack of nitwit, fools here!
Satirising rock isn't, funny!
Clockin' up thirrty.
It's about rhymes that are lame and quite sar-donic!
Wit that is overly, potty!
Cancer for original, artists!
Clockin' up thirrty.
It's AmIRight. Oh my, we're thriving!
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