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Song Parodies -> "The Gun Song"
Original Song Title:
"Polka Your Eyes Out"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Weird Al Yankovic
Parody Song Title:
"The Gun Song"
Parody Written by:
the_conqueror_of_parodies
The Lyrics
Dis song is about guns (no prizes for guessing why)
Shot the seat of my pants, shot the seat of my pants
Yes, the seat of my pants
Not bulletproof it's true
Shot the seat of my pants
He shot the seat of my pants
Yes, the seat of my pants
Not bulletproof it's true
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh!
(D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh!)
The Gun Shack is a little old place where
I can keep my guns, now
Gun Shack, baby
(Gun Shack, baby, Gun Shack!)
Hey!
Shot in the back, (hey) shot in the back (hey)
shot in the back, I was shot!
That's me in the corner
I'm not in the spotlight, lost my concentration
I'm trying to shoot that guy
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've shot his mate
I'll have to shoot the rest
The things you say
Your purple face just gives you away
The things you say
I'll just have to shoot you
(OW!)
Shoot me, bay, shoot me, baby
You can shoot me in the forehead you can
shoot me in the crotch
You can shoot me when you wanna shoot me
Can-I-shoot-your-brother-too?
Enter fight
Exit lights
Lose my hand
Off to la-la-la-la land
This machine gun is your chance to kill me now
Shoot me, baby
Kill me, kill me now. Kill me, kill me now
Shoot me, baby
Kill me, kill me now. Come on and kill me, kill me now
It's my Uzi-y
Put a hole through your chest, ten inches wide
Fires so straight, makes a grown man die
Silver Uzi-yi-yi
Target practice!
I've shot you dead (I-V-E shot you dead)
I've really shot you dead (S-H-O-T you dead)
I've shot you dead (I-V-E shot you dead)
I've really shot you dead
Hey, I don't want anybody left
When I miss somebody I shoot myself
Oh, I don't want anybody left
Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap crap crap
He's the one they call Mr. Straytshot
He's the one that'll send you 6 feet under
He's the one they call Mr. Straytshot
He's gonna be your murderer
Let's shoot it!
If you got a problem, (OW!) I'll solve it
I'll burst your head, then the DJ'll revolve it
Ouch, ouch, baby
Ouch, ouch, baby.. what's in your trousers?
Ouch, ouch, baby
Ouch, ouch, baby, oh brother
You will say "Ouch...ouch...baby!"
OW!
Yes, the seat of my pants
Not bulletproof it's true
Shot the seat of my pants
He shot the seat of my pants
Yes, the seat of my pants
Not bulletproof it's true
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh!
(D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh-D'oh! D'oh!)
The Gun Shack is a little old place where
I can keep my guns, now
Gun Shack, baby
(Gun Shack, baby, Gun Shack!)
Hey!
Shot in the back, (hey) shot in the back (hey)
shot in the back, I was shot!
That's me in the corner
I'm not in the spotlight, lost my concentration
I'm trying to shoot that guy
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've shot his mate
I'll have to shoot the rest
The things you say
Your purple face just gives you away
The things you say
I'll just have to shoot you
(OW!)
Shoot me, bay, shoot me, baby
You can shoot me in the forehead you can
shoot me in the crotch
You can shoot me when you wanna shoot me
Can-I-shoot-your-brother-too?
Enter fight
Exit lights
Lose my hand
Off to la-la-la-la land
This machine gun is your chance to kill me now
Shoot me, baby
Kill me, kill me now. Kill me, kill me now
Shoot me, baby
Kill me, kill me now. Come on and kill me, kill me now
It's my Uzi-y
Put a hole through your chest, ten inches wide
Fires so straight, makes a grown man die
Silver Uzi-yi-yi
Target practice!
I've shot you dead (I-V-E shot you dead)
I've really shot you dead (S-H-O-T you dead)
I've shot you dead (I-V-E shot you dead)
I've really shot you dead
Hey, I don't want anybody left
When I miss somebody I shoot myself
Oh, I don't want anybody left
Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap crap crap
He's the one they call Mr. Straytshot
He's the one that'll send you 6 feet under
He's the one they call Mr. Straytshot
He's gonna be your murderer
Let's shoot it!
If you got a problem, (OW!) I'll solve it
I'll burst your head, then the DJ'll revolve it
Ouch, ouch, baby
Ouch, ouch, baby.. what's in your trousers?
Ouch, ouch, baby
Ouch, ouch, baby, oh brother
You will say "Ouch...ouch...baby!"
OW!
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Sorry, pacing was a bit off and wasn't that funny. Man, I'd love it if someone did a perfect parody of one of Weird Al's polkas. 323 here.
Hey, Dom, I just happened to be bored, okay?
Uh, Ok. I'm bored.
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