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Song Parodies -> "Buzzers and Flies"
Original Song Title:
"Innocent Eyes"
Original Performer:
Delta Goodrem
Parody Song Title:
"Buzzers and Flies"
Parody Written by:
Shazza
The Lyrics
This song is about my life as an aussie sheela living out in woop woop somewhere past the black stump. It is about the pain of losing your corkhat. Here's a tip- never try to dye your hat because the corks will rot. I learnt the hard way.
Do you remember, when you were seven?
And the only thing that you wanted to do
Was make your Mum a vegemite sandwich
'Twas 10 years past the used-by date on it's glass
When Baz came along and smooshed a fly on
Shazza's beaut meat pie
I miss those days, and I miss those ways
When vegemite filled our pantry, and we had a fridge filled with VB's
When the beer was always cold, and our sheeps bums all grew mould
And I'll say
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Corkhat's lost in my reflection
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Chuck some chook in my direction
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Cripes theres heaps of flies outside
Who won't just hide
Won't make me eat my chook outside
With spray they'll die, all them buzzers and flies
Do you remember, when you were 15?
And the kids at school thought you were cool
Cos you dyed your corkhat green
Once the hype had passed
Those corks rotted fast
And Dad came along, next thing your hats gone
And you had a dinkum cry
I miss those days, and I miss those ways
When vegemite filled our pantry, and we had a fridge filled with VB's
When the beer was always cold, and our sheeps bums all grew mould
And I'll say
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Corkhat's lost in my reflection
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Chuck some chook in my direction
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Cripes theres heaps of flies outside
Who won't just hide
Won't make me eat my chook outside
With spray they'll die, all them buzzers and flies
The sheep have maggots under their skin
So many bugs crawl within
Learning the art of killing flies
Spray or swat them?
I can't decide..
Killing buzzers and flies...
I miss those days, and I miss those ways
When vegemite filled our pantry, and we had a fridge filled with VB's
When the beer was always cold, and our sheeps bums all grew mould
And I'll say
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Corkhat's lost in my reflection
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Chuck some chook in my direction
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Cripes theres heaps of flies outside
Who won't just hide
Won't make me eat my chook outside
With spray they'll die, all them buzzers and flies
And the only thing that you wanted to do
Was make your Mum a vegemite sandwich
'Twas 10 years past the used-by date on it's glass
When Baz came along and smooshed a fly on
Shazza's beaut meat pie
I miss those days, and I miss those ways
When vegemite filled our pantry, and we had a fridge filled with VB's
When the beer was always cold, and our sheeps bums all grew mould
And I'll say
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Corkhat's lost in my reflection
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Chuck some chook in my direction
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Cripes theres heaps of flies outside
Who won't just hide
Won't make me eat my chook outside
With spray they'll die, all them buzzers and flies
Do you remember, when you were 15?
And the kids at school thought you were cool
Cos you dyed your corkhat green
Once the hype had passed
Those corks rotted fast
And Dad came along, next thing your hats gone
And you had a dinkum cry
I miss those days, and I miss those ways
When vegemite filled our pantry, and we had a fridge filled with VB's
When the beer was always cold, and our sheeps bums all grew mould
And I'll say
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Corkhat's lost in my reflection
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Chuck some chook in my direction
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Cripes theres heaps of flies outside
Who won't just hide
Won't make me eat my chook outside
With spray they'll die, all them buzzers and flies
The sheep have maggots under their skin
So many bugs crawl within
Learning the art of killing flies
Spray or swat them?
I can't decide..
Killing buzzers and flies...
I miss those days, and I miss those ways
When vegemite filled our pantry, and we had a fridge filled with VB's
When the beer was always cold, and our sheeps bums all grew mould
And I'll say
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Corkhat's lost in my reflection
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Chuck some chook in my direction
Ladidadidada Ladidadidada
Cripes theres heaps of flies outside
Who won't just hide
Won't make me eat my chook outside
With spray they'll die, all them buzzers and flies
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