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Song Parodies -> "Most Days"
Original Song Title:
"Some Nights"
Original Performer:
Fun
Parody Song Title:
"Most Days"
Parody Written by:
Patrick McWilliams
The Lyrics
I heard this on the radio a couple weeks ago. The melody caught my attention. Then I heard it again a couple hours later. Still couldn't quite figure out what it was about. Then I looked up the video. Wow! Nothing to do with the song, but it is really cool. Best way I can tell you how to find it is to go to Google and enter "Fun Some Nights Official Video". It will take you where the regular youtube search wouldn't take me the other night. I'm still not sure what this song stands for, so I formulated "Mac's Rule": If the original song doesn't make much sense, the parody doesn't have to either.
Most days I wake up, marvel at my good luck
One day, won't wake up at all
Most nights, I can make it safely to the bathroom
Some nights, I stub my toe and fall
But I jump back up, I yell "Motherf*ck!"
That's a word my mom would not stand for, no!
She would not stand for. What was it banned for?
These days, I don't care anymore...
(Cue the drums, pound 'em hard)
Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe is me!
Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe is me!
Reenactment, Civil War, what were they fighting for?
We'd better have the answer ready
Out boys were fighting for Southern Rights, it was more than just black and white
I'm trying hard not to stereotype, but here they come again to jack my car
But that's all right, I found a dogtag 'round my neck tonight
It stops my brain from wondering just who I am, who I am who I am
¿Quién soy yo? ¿Quién soy yo? mmm mmm
I wish some day this depression would end
Then I won't beg my friends for some change
And some day I'm afraid I'll forget to get dressed
These days you just can't win, you just can't win
At the haunted house, I just saw a ghost
That I bet they paid at least a grand for, boo ooo
All night they stand for, fear's what they stand for
Hope for, a good show (come in)
(Whispered words)
So this is it? I combed my hair for this?
Washed my face and hands for this?
I even brushed my teeth for this?
I bumped my head, now I'm seeing stars, lots of stars
When I write songs (start singing again) they all sound just alike, they run
on, and run on, and run on, THEY RUN ON
Well, this ain't all guys, there's still more--by the end you'll all be bored to tears
I'm mumbling now, I'm not sure anybody understands
Some words are not for the little tykes, sorry to say, Ma, I had to go
Who the hell wants a mouth of soap, and choking for some dirty word?
I've got to wonder 'bout my sister, and the con she says she loves
Each time I look into my nephew's eyes
Man, you won't believe this cute little kid, the way he can tell
Such outrageous lies...wow!
(Cue the bagpipes. I know there aren't any in the original song, but it could really use some bagpipes here.
I like bagpipes. Bagpipes are cool.)
Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe is me!
Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe is me!
The other night I just couldn't believe the dream my friend had about her and me
I wrote it down, now you're telling me
That you are not about to read it
You say I'd better keep my distance, oh
I shouldn't say, at your insistence
There are things that I should not mention
(Load the muskets, fire another volley)
One day, won't wake up at all
Most nights, I can make it safely to the bathroom
Some nights, I stub my toe and fall
But I jump back up, I yell "Motherf*ck!"
That's a word my mom would not stand for, no!
She would not stand for. What was it banned for?
These days, I don't care anymore...
(Cue the drums, pound 'em hard)
Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe is me!
Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe! Oh oh, woe is me!
Reenactment, Civil War, what were they fighting for?
We'd better have the answer ready
Out boys were fighting for Southern Rights, it was more than just black and white
I'm trying hard not to stereotype, but here they come again to jack my car
But that's all right, I found a dogtag 'round my neck tonight
It stops my brain from wondering just who I am, who I am who I am
¿Quién soy yo? ¿Quién soy yo? mmm mmm
I wish some day this depression would end
Then I won't beg my friends for some change
And some day I'm afraid I'll forget to get dressed
These days you just can't win, you just can't win
At the haunted house, I just saw a ghost
That I bet they paid at least a grand for, boo ooo
All night they stand for, fear's what they stand for
Hope for, a good show (come in)
(Whispered words)
So this is it? I combed my hair for this?
Washed my face and hands for this?
I even brushed my teeth for this?
I bumped my head, now I'm seeing stars, lots of stars
When I write songs (start singing again) they all sound just alike, they run
on, and run on, and run on, THEY RUN ON
Well, this ain't all guys, there's still more--by the end you'll all be bored to tears
I'm mumbling now, I'm not sure anybody understands
Some words are not for the little tykes, sorry to say, Ma, I had to go
Who the hell wants a mouth of soap, and choking for some dirty word?
I've got to wonder 'bout my sister, and the con she says she loves
Each time I look into my nephew's eyes
Man, you won't believe this cute little kid, the way he can tell
Such outrageous lies...wow!
(Cue the bagpipes. I know there aren't any in the original song, but it could really use some bagpipes here.
I like bagpipes. Bagpipes are cool.)
Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe is me!
Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe is me!
The other night I just couldn't believe the dream my friend had about her and me
I wrote it down, now you're telling me
That you are not about to read it
You say I'd better keep my distance, oh
I shouldn't say, at your insistence
There are things that I should not mention
(Load the muskets, fire another volley)
I told someone a couple days ago that this song could not be parodied. Maybe it still hasn't been.
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No comments? Maybe the song was a bit controversial. Well, that never stopped TT. ;-D
Stream-of-consciousness, probably from the heart (sorry to hear it, but well done), and now I know why you don't like to read racy parodies. Don't worry, no soap here. ;)
Opening couplet was poignant and profound. Follow-up went from the philosophical to the practical -- cute! Will pass on the video, thanks, and you might want to replace your current search engine with https://startpage.com. Google records every search term you've ever queried, logged by your Internet address (IP) -- I'll bet that's a scary thought if you think back! -- and these other guys don't. Cinco, cinco, cinco.
Stream-of-consciousness, probably from the heart (sorry to hear it, but well done), and now I know why you don't like to read racy parodies. Don't worry, no soap here. ;)
Opening couplet was poignant and profound. Follow-up went from the philosophical to the practical -- cute! Will pass on the video, thanks, and you might want to replace your current search engine with https://startpage.com. Google records every search term you've ever queried, logged by your Internet address (IP) -- I'll bet that's a scary thought if you think back! -- and these other guys don't. Cinco, cinco, cinco.
Wow ! If I said It was incredible, I don't Know that I'd be lyiing....so I'll just be quiet
Parody was based in part on the song, and in part on the video, which is much better than the song. One theory is that the singer is describing the troubles he had becoming a success in the music business. My mother never chastised me for "bad" language, I just never used those words around her until I was much older and she began using some of them herself. This writer doesn't use a lot of four letter words, because I know much better words when I write prose. I can't see anything controversial in the original song other than the F-word which is garbled on the radio. Even less with my version. Controversy should draw comments. I think with the dearth of writers and new postings, there are fewer people coming to the site to see their stuff, and therefore looking at other writers' stuff. "Stream of consciousness" is a nice euphemism for "random thoughts"
Laughing to death, you should write more!
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