-> "Can't Find Me a Guy"
Original Song Title:
"American Pie"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"Can't Find Me a Guy"
The Lyrics
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How think-ing of love would make me smile
Oh I dreamed of cons-tant romance
And occ-asion-al Latin dance
That was until I'd Salsa'd with Big Lyle
The thought of love once made me quiver
But all the lines I've been delivered
Make my poor heart wonder
If true love's gone asunder
It used to fill me up with pride
Always a bridesmaid but not a bride,
Now something's got me deep inside
Why can't I find a guy?
Oh, why, why can't I find me a guy?
Someone simple without pimples
Or a sty in his eye
Just a good old boy who'll always let pouting fly
Sayin', 'That's m'girl' it might make me cry
'That's m'girl' for him I would die
Oh, where in 'The Book of Love'
Does it say that sequined boxing gloves
Are the key to good foreplay
And I read 'The Rules' in my 'Cosmo'
I guess their 'experts' didn't know
That 'Come Here, Babe' is all some guys will say
Well, I thought I was in love with Jim
'Til I stopped by his place on a whim
My mind began to whirl
When I saw him dressed like a girl
And I had only been out once with Chuck
When he rammed my Geo with his pickup truck
'Cause I'd told him that his driving sucked
No, I can't find a guy
And so I'm singin',
Why, why can't I find me a guy?
Never lazy, neither crazy
And with humor that's wry
Just a good old boy who'll always let pouting fly
Sayin', 'That's m'girl' it might make me cry
'That's m'girl' for him I would die
For thir-ty years I've been on my own
Though, on bad first dates I hold my own
Yeah, I've got stor-ies a-plenty
When Joseph asked me to a formal Ball
Well, I didn't want to go at all
I said 'yes,' though why I can't recall
Oh, I fell from the car in my gown
Next to my date, preferred the ground
My leg was all road burned
Jo-seph was unconcerned
Though he left me lying in the dark
He wondered why there were no sparks
So I hobbled home through the park
'Cause I can't find a guy
I was singin'
Why, why can't I find me a guy?
Wouldn't matter if he's fat or
If he's puny in size
Just a good old boy who'll always let pouting fly
Sayin', 'That's m'girl' it might make me cry
'That's m'girl' for him I would die
Easy-peasy? No it makes me queasy
Can't find anyone who isn't sleazy
Eddie had a shady past
Had knuckles foul, made of brass
He'd terrorize all the working class
With his many mob connections unsurpassed
Well I saw him next in a court room
And I testified, secured my doom
His finger crossed his throat
On my doorstep, head of a goat
So the Bureau changed my name to Flo
Cert-i-fied me in Tae Kwon Do
And moved my ass to Idaho
And said, "Go find a guy"
I started singin'
Why, why can't I find me a guy?
Space invader or Stock trader
I'd still deem him a prize
Just a good old boy who'll always let pouting fly
Sayin', 'That's m'girl' it might make me cry
'That's m'girl' for him I would die
Oh, when Jack said that he loved my face
My pulse sped up from normal pace
But could I trust a man again?
I tell ya, Jack was nimble, Jack was quick
Jack flashed my mother--What a Prick!
That liar said he'd like to be her friend
Oh, and as I banned him to the street
My heart broke from one more defeat
But oh, you couldn't tell
Most think I take it well
And as the si-rens screamed into the night
I sort of giggled at the sight
I saw Jack cuffed up to my delight
Though I've still got no guy
I was singin'
Why, why can't I find me a guy?
In days recent no one decent
Ever catches my eye
Want a good old boy who'll always let pouting fly
Sayin', 'That's m'girl' it might make me cry
'That's m'girl' for him I would die
I met a boy who played the blues
And I wondered what I had to lose
I let him steal my heart away
He worked down at the record store
Where I caught him feeling up some whore
Broke his fingers; now his music he can't play
No more blind dates, they always tank
Yeah, ever since I went out with Frank
He read braille, which intrigued me
Until he tried to "read" me
And the three men I desire most
Orlando, Vin, and the guy from 'Ghost'
They keep their pepper spray real close
For times when I walk by
So I'm left singin'
Why, why can't I find me a guy?
Someone funny for a honey
And he can't be too shy
Just a good old boy who'll always let pouting fly
Sayin', 'That's m'girl' it might make me cry
'That's m'girl' for him I would die
'Til then, I'm singin'
Why, why can't I find me a guy?
I'm still lookin' dates I'm bookin'
I might give you a try
'F you're a good ol' boy, and if you smile at me right
I might fin'lly say 'I've found me a guy'
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