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Song Parodies -> "Twelve Days of Urbex"
Original Song Title:
"Twelve Days of Christmas"
Original Performer:
Traditional
Parody Song Title:
"Twelve Days of Urbex"
Parody Written by:
Wreckage Bitch
The Lyrics
A Christmas carol for urban exploration.
On the first day of urbex my wanderings brought me,
A telling off from security.
On the second day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the third day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the fourth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the fifth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Five open doors!
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the sixth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the seventh day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Seven dark holes,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the eighth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the ninth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the tenth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Ten filthy pigeons,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the eleventh day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Eleven patient files,
Ten filthy pigeons,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the twelfth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Twelve rusty pipes,
Eleven patient files,
Ten filthy pigeons,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
A telling off from security.
On the second day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the third day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the fourth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the fifth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Five open doors!
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the sixth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the seventh day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Seven dark holes,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the eighth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the ninth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the tenth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Ten filthy pigeons,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the eleventh day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Eleven patient files,
Ten filthy pigeons,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
On the twelfth day of urbex my wanderings brought to me,
Twelve rusty pipes,
Eleven patient files,
Ten filthy pigeons,
Nine corridors,
Eight old machines,
Six old books,
Five open doors,
Four dodgy floors,
Three broken windows,
Two morgue slabs,
And a telling off from security.
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