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Song Parodies -> "A.I."
Original Song Title:
"Hey Ya"
Original Performer:
Outkast
Parody Song Title:
"A.I."
Parody Written by:
Nib Oswald
The Lyrics
A song about making robots as housemaids that can do a variety of chores.
R 2 D 2
Wire cables don't twist around
Because I stuffed them slow
Into my robot, yo.
Ask: does your tired mama
Run her hands to peeling,
Working til they're raw?
Don't cry at night just reeling
Cause these automatons
Skilfully wipe down.
Tanked premium and gas,
We stick bits together
Building robot crowds.
A.I. A.I.
A pink robot kit.
Blue and pink and spotted.
My robot automaton,
Can be catching a ball-a-all-a-all-a-all.
A new endeavour,
U.S. pays us seven,
Digits with every letter,
When they're stealing them all-a-all-a-all-a-all.
And what they say is:
"Ovens last forever."
But ours bake and ours bake and ours bake and ours bake
flour cakes in their abdomens.
They fry-o fry-o.
Pies and rice they fry-o,
With the poke of a dial.
And they know to wash up with cheer.
(Ya'll don't have to change them, robots wear no pants)
A.I.
(They make a neato caddy.)
A.I.
(Robots can putt well, fatty.)
A.I.
(They make a neato hummer.)
A.I .
(Hum Mozart to Madonna.)
A.I.
A.I.
(Crime...crime...crime... is fleeing commerce.)
A.I.
Hey! Contrived crowds, contrived crowds yell out!
(Robotic bleeping)
Now what's it like being built by tools? (Nice, sold!)
Just sand that area and say what's it like being built by tools? (Nice, sold!)
Contrived, contrived, contrived, contrived, contrived,
Contrived, contrived appliances.
OK house maidies.
(Nanny-Fine-esque laugh)
We're gunna take up cleaning things, done in just a few seconds.
Now don't have me make these things clean for nothing.
You better prize all of the minutes they save ya.
Spend green on hookers? Droids entertain ya!
Ah, here at Sony:
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it.
Make it. M-make it. Make it like a sold android creature.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it bigger.
Make it, price it, sold android creature.
Our artificial men lace your shoes.
No lazy droids come from our store.
Just show us the doooough.
Just show us the doooough.
Ahhh just show us the loot.
A.I.
Wire cables don't twist around
Because I stuffed them slow
Into my robot, yo.
Ask: does your tired mama
Run her hands to peeling,
Working til they're raw?
Don't cry at night just reeling
Cause these automatons
Skilfully wipe down.
Tanked premium and gas,
We stick bits together
Building robot crowds.
A.I. A.I.
A pink robot kit.
Blue and pink and spotted.
My robot automaton,
Can be catching a ball-a-all-a-all-a-all.
A new endeavour,
U.S. pays us seven,
Digits with every letter,
When they're stealing them all-a-all-a-all-a-all.
And what they say is:
"Ovens last forever."
But ours bake and ours bake and ours bake and ours bake
flour cakes in their abdomens.
They fry-o fry-o.
Pies and rice they fry-o,
With the poke of a dial.
And they know to wash up with cheer.
(Ya'll don't have to change them, robots wear no pants)
A.I.
(They make a neato caddy.)
A.I.
(Robots can putt well, fatty.)
A.I.
(They make a neato hummer.)
A.I .
(Hum Mozart to Madonna.)
A.I.
A.I.
(Crime...crime...crime... is fleeing commerce.)
A.I.
Hey! Contrived crowds, contrived crowds yell out!
(Robotic bleeping)
Now what's it like being built by tools? (Nice, sold!)
Just sand that area and say what's it like being built by tools? (Nice, sold!)
Contrived, contrived, contrived, contrived, contrived,
Contrived, contrived appliances.
OK house maidies.
(Nanny-Fine-esque laugh)
We're gunna take up cleaning things, done in just a few seconds.
Now don't have me make these things clean for nothing.
You better prize all of the minutes they save ya.
Spend green on hookers? Droids entertain ya!
Ah, here at Sony:
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it.
Make it. M-make it. Make it like a sold android creature.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it. M-make it.
Make it bigger.
Make it, price it, sold android creature.
Our artificial men lace your shoes.
No lazy droids come from our store.
Just show us the doooough.
Just show us the doooough.
Ahhh just show us the loot.
A.I.
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Odd wording ("our artifical men lace our shoes") and usage of funny concepts over the original lyricsmake this a 555 for me.
Ditto on what Agrimorfee said; this one was good. I'm tired of the original, though; it's still very overplayed on the radio. 5-5-5.
DKTOS, but I'm gonna give it 5s anyway.
"hummers" ? :-O
thats STUPID!
Thanks for your feedback Agrimorfee (clever name), Serafina, neminem, Meriadoc and bulletxxx. Aggy: I just thought of 'lace your shoes' from 'Lucy Lui's' and realised I hadn't used the key word 'artificial' so plugged it in and ... voila! Odd wording! nemmy: Look at Serry's comment, how do you not KTOS? (That acronym took a while to work out ) Merry: (crap, my cute little nickname scheme has backfired, there's a Merry&Pippin author isn't there.) Yes, 'hummers'. I hope by the line underneath you worked out that the robots hum the tunes of Mozart and Madonna, though I wouldn't put it past her to organise some obscure orgy involving a droid and a deceased composer... bulletxxx: Your mum.
That would be because I don't listen to the radio often, and *never* to any channel that would be playing pop music ;-).
Oooh, you rebel!
FOOL! THE ROBOTS ARE PLANNING TO REBEL! RUNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
And look! A nude woman just apparated on a street corner... and Claire Danes is giving sick canines their daily enemas... and the Governor of California is tattooing some guy with 9mm bullets... this seems familiar...
Nice take bro, this OS is no piece of pie. Got sidetracked on my way to your 'In Da Club's. Watch out for them girating gizmos and automated androids.
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