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Song Parodies -> "Writer's Block"

Original Song Title:

"Dead and Gone"

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Parody Song Title:

"Writer's Block"

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The Lyrics

Part of my "Blame It On The Pop" self-challenge. Sometimes, the ideas just don't come to you.
I can't think of anything, shit, man
I've done this par'dy shit, man, 'bout eight years, shit
I still run into this pain-in-ass thing, I know you feel the same way
Not thrilled
No fan of failin'

Oh (eyyy)
I've been writin' parodies so long (so long)
There's many things that can go wrong (real wrong)
Crediting the wrong so-ong, a-artist's wro-ong
But oh (eyyy)
There's one thing I thought would never come (how come)
It hit me with a force quite stro-ong (too strong)
I've got that writer's blo-ock, wri-iter's blo-ock

Ever had one of them songs that smack you with this block
Wish you'd picked a song that's easy, like a Beatles-type song
But I can't go back on (on)
This, cause the challenge is on (on)
All of the songs in this set of mashups
Hundred and three done, so I can't give up
But now I am stumped and it's sucky (d'oh!)
And unlike Daft Punk I can't get lucky
I'm just stallin', gotta write somethin'
It feels impossible, all I got is nothin'
And the last two times that I did T.I.
'Twas a slog, I frown, got one more next round
I'm not looking forward to "Whatever You Like"
Can't top Weird Al Yankovic, no, that I'll never try
Gonna try anyway to complete this today
Or maybe tomorrow, some time soon, okay
It's been almost ten days, I can't refuse this
Distracted, busy, one of those excuses
Can't put it off, no, I must do this
Not long until the release of the new list
Screwed it, had a thought, I could do
Song about a science man who did somethin' stupid
Made a creature he loved so he quit science
Wrote twelve lines then got stuck, I guess (ey)
Just got stressed, I delayed (-layed)
Progress, I got in a state (state)
So I guess I took a break (break)
To wait until my second take
I only figured yesterday
That such a break of 'bout ten days
That's crazy, now I'm afraid
That friggin' writer's block, it came

Oh (eyyy)
Gotta pick a topic for this song (this song)
A couple thousand to choose from (choose from)
Why can't I just pick o-one, ca-an't pick o-one
And oh (eyyy)
It just pisses me off, feel so dumb (so dumb)
I try to think, my brain goes nu-umb (goes numb)
This writer's block it su-cks, rea-ealy su-ucks

Maybe I should write 'bout some weird-ass malady
Maybe somethin' 'bout that show Fred, maybe bad habits
All I know's this: gotta choose my subject matter
Carefully, if I don't it will go down the crapper
There's assorted topics I could be rappin'
But I can't pick one, now at straws, I am grabbin'
A song 'bout how liquorice tastes bad?
Most people like that, so it won't work, man
These thoughts are shit, so bad and crap (haha)
Throw it all into the trash (trash)
If I could, cause I don't write these down
They're typed on my computer, in Notepad, that's right
Not out of time, no deadlines, score
But it's gettin' quite stupid, can't delay no more (nah)
How about I write a song about the shore?
Did that twice, no biggie, I can stretch it more
Here's a thought that sounds nice: sandcastles
Lots of fodder there, no big hassle
But it's November, time ain't right
Here it's warm, there it's cold, well shite!
I'm runnin' out ideas, not alright
I could rack my brains damn near all night
And y'all want new, new stuff from me
Must think of somethin' cool and neat (ey)
Wait, how's this, could be great
Teens make noise and dude complains
It sounds good, think I could make
It work, won't take more than one take
First parody in 'bout ten days
What was the last one, anyway?
"No Sound, Please" based on The Fray
Oh, friggin' hell, for Batman's sake!

Oh (eyyy)
Yes, repeatin' topics isn't wrong (not wrong)
Repeat right after the last one (choose from)
A move pulled by no o-one, by-y no-one
And so (eyyy)
Once again I find that I am stuck (I'm stuck)
There must be somethin' I ain't do-one (ain't done)
I hate this writer's blo-ock, wri-iter's blo-ock

This song will not have me beat
This may sound real cliche, but I'll try
Yes sir, I will try my best
To think of somethin', ri-ight
Maybe I should write about sports
About how, at them, I'm quite shi-ite
I'll beat this writer's block
Split into bits of equal size

A song about smelly feet
Somethin' 'bout how I suck at horse rides
Don't care if this ain't my best
The point is that I tri-ied
The time that I've spent isn't short
Thinkin' of somethin' I can wri-ite
I hate this writer's block
I wish this was a piece of pie

But no (eyyy)
Can't come up with somethin' for this song (this song)
My brain is so dry like breadcrumbs (breadcrumbs)
It seems that spark is go-one, spa-ark is go-one
And oh (eyyy)
How hard can it be to just brainstorm (brainstorm)
I hope this isn't my new no-orm (goes numb)
Sure hate this writer's blo-ock, wri-iter's blo-ock

I really had a blast writing this one. Is that weird?

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