Parodies submitted to this site,
I know my pacing's bad,
But I knew that this site's AmIRight
I didn't tell Chuck, that I repsect him, and what he will do,
Or thank Will Tong for all his songs,
And DarkJon parodies, too.
You all know Mike just did what Bill would soon do
Everyday, their parodies,
Grew every day after school.
But who knew this par'dy wasn't like the rest
Some think it isn't the best,
Hits me right in the chest.
Out of sight, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was punning,
But I couldn't see nothing
Except bad votes, and insulting notes,
I'm not really famous now,
Even though my "Bong Song" was dope.
Maybe some kid will enter number one,
Just maybe for a moment
Just like Dunlap and Tong,
Or maybe this kid will be like me and John,
Whoever it is,
He'll become famous.

We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.

Rave and Ashley, their song would propel,
Straight up to the charts,
With every chance to excel.
Louie and Chris would make their parodies sell,
They did act kind of proud
But they're gone, oh well.
I find songs with major wrong pacing
The same par'dy topics,
Different songs defacing,
Changed up my pace since the "Bong Song"s flopping,
Too bad it couldn't stay,
Up on the charts and topping.
Len and JAP always played the fool
They broke all the rules
So you would think they were cool
Their par'dy votings were never really high,
No matter how hard they tried
They spoofed and then it died.
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends,
Making fun of "In the End"
They might remember him then
You're on this site and there's no turning back
Tell the board how we feel
With the spoof of a rap.

We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.

Who's to blame for the life of parodies changed,
If some guy says it's gay,
It just takes away the fame,
That's on the site, I'm tired of making rhymes,
Don't nobody go lie,
My parody chart-toppers have died
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense,
Answer me John or BLO.
There's got to be more AmIRight for this,
There's got to be more to parodies
This site's our bliss.

We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.
We are, We are, the youth of this website.

The youth of this website, we are.
The youth of this website, we are.
The youth of this website, we are.
The youth of this website, we are.