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Song Parodies -> "Games He Don't Play"
Original Song Title:
"Games People Play"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Joe South
Parody Song Title:
"Games He Don't Play"
Parody Written by:
Michael Pacholek
The Lyrics
Until we find out where he's going for the 2006 NFL season, I won't be writing "The Wreck of Receiver Named Terrell."
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-doo.
Da-da-da, da-doo.
La-da-da-da.
Oh, the games he don't play, now.
Whining through the night and day, now.
Nasty things he's gonna say, now.
And you know they will be mean.
Whoa-oh.
Andy Reid the coach glowers.
Doesn't like Owens' powers.
And he tells him, "Hit the showers!"
He won't play for the silver, white and green!
Whoa-oh.
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play.
Whoa-oh.
Whoa, he yells at Donovan McNabb.
Exercising his gift of gab.
Thinks Rush Limbaugh and all his flab
he was right on, all along.
Whoa-oh.
But neither one will ever give in.
Eagles might lose all their last ten.
Thinkin' 'bout the games they used to win
and it's a dirty rotten shame!
Whoa-oh!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play.
Oh, yeah!
All right!
Oh, yeah!
Come on, come on!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
Look-a here!
People looked up to Owens.
And they were likin' where he's goin'.
But his mouth is always flowin'
in the name of the cash.
Whoa-oh.
He's gonna whine on the old TV.
Callers into W-I-P
think his I-Q's 'bout eighty-three!
And they're missin' James Thrash!
Whoa-oh!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
Now, wait a minute!
Look around this town of cheesy steaks.
We like guys who play it real, not fakes.
God grant me freedom from these shakes
and from Terrell Owens' scam.
'Cause he's bringing us insanity
through his venal inanity.
From this team, he now is banned, ya see!
And he's gonna go scram!
Na-na, na-na!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
Na-na-na, na-na, da-doo.
Da-da-da, da-doo.
La-da-da-da.
Oh, the games he don't play, now.
Whining through the night and day, now.
Nasty things he's gonna say, now.
And you know they will be mean.
Whoa-oh.
Andy Reid the coach glowers.
Doesn't like Owens' powers.
And he tells him, "Hit the showers!"
He won't play for the silver, white and green!
Whoa-oh.
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play.
Whoa-oh.
Whoa, he yells at Donovan McNabb.
Exercising his gift of gab.
Thinks Rush Limbaugh and all his flab
he was right on, all along.
Whoa-oh.
But neither one will ever give in.
Eagles might lose all their last ten.
Thinkin' 'bout the games they used to win
and it's a dirty rotten shame!
Whoa-oh!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play.
Oh, yeah!
All right!
Oh, yeah!
Come on, come on!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
Look-a here!
People looked up to Owens.
And they were likin' where he's goin'.
But his mouth is always flowin'
in the name of the cash.
Whoa-oh.
He's gonna whine on the old TV.
Callers into W-I-P
think his I-Q's 'bout eighty-three!
And they're missin' James Thrash!
Whoa-oh!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
Now, wait a minute!
Look around this town of cheesy steaks.
We like guys who play it real, not fakes.
God grant me freedom from these shakes
and from Terrell Owens' scam.
'Cause he's bringing us insanity
through his venal inanity.
From this team, he now is banned, ya see!
And he's gonna go scram!
Na-na, na-na!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na.
Na-na-na, na-na, da-dee.
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
and the games he don't play!
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funny concept
Good 'Eagle from the nest' parody...five passes
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