ORIGINAL SONG HOUND DOG WAS WRITTEN BY JERRY LEIBER AND MIKE STOLLER. I WROTE THE PARODY LYRICS.

YOU AIN’T NOTHING BUT
A CRACKHEAD SNORTING
ALL THE TIME YOU AIN’T
NOTHING BUT A CRACKHEAD
SNORTING ALL THE TIME

WELL YOU AIN’T NEVER
BEEN TO REHAB AND YOU
WON’T PAY BACK A DIME

TO THE ONE’S WHO LENT
YOU CASH SAID YOU
WOULD THAT WAS A LIE
TO THE ONE’S WHO LENT
YOU CASH SAID YOU WOULD
THAT WAS A LIE

WELL YOU AIN’T NEVER BEEN
TO REHAB, YOU WON’T PAY
BACK A DIME.

The Original Rap (Fight for Your Right to Party) was produced and written by Rick Rubin and Tom Cushman, I wrote The Parody Lyrics.

PUNCH IT

YOU WAKE UP LATE
FOR SCHOOL MAN
YOU JUST MISSED
THE BUS IT'S NINE
BLOCKS AWAY SO
YOU START TO FUSS
FATHER AND MOTHER
JUST LEFT FOR WORK
YOUR ONLY PLAN
NOW IS TO RIDE YOUR
ST. BERNARD DIRK

RUN LIKE A FOOL
OR ELSE YOU'LL
BE TARDY

YOU CAN'T COME TO
GRIPS WITH THE
SITUATION THAT'S
WHEN YOU RECALL
YOUR SLICK PAL DIM
DIMITRY'S GOT A
CAR AND SOME WIT
BUT THEN YOU
THINK HE ONLY HAS
HIS PERMIT

TARTAR SAUCE

MAIN VERSE

RUN LIKE A FOOL

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

THE CLOCK SAYS YOU
HAVE JUST TEN
MINUTES TO BE AT
SCHOOL DANGET PANIC
IS HIGH SO YOU FORGET
ABOUT THAT HUGE ZIT
YOUR FOLKS BUSTED
IN MOTHER FORGOT
HER PURSE GUY'S YOU
EXPLAIN I SLEPT LIKE
A CORPSE IN A HEARSE
NOW FEEL BETTER
JOHN HEADER YOU
WON'T BE TARDY AND
REMEMBER JOHN
HEADER TONIGHT'S
RICK AND MORTY

The Original Song Cars was written and produced by Gary Numan. I wrote The Parody Lyrics.

HERE AT THE BAR
I FEEL HAMMERED
AND SORE I'M PASSED
OUT ON THE FLOOR
IT'S THE ONLY PLACE
TO CRASH THE BAR

HERE AT THE BAR I
CAN ONLY LIE DOWN
I'M DRUNK AS A SAILOR
GRINNING LIKE A PSYCHO
CLOWN AT THE BAR

HERE AT THE BAR WHERE
MY MOUTH OPENS WIDE
COULD YOU GIVE ME
WATER SO I CAN DROP MY
PRIDE AT THE BAR

HERE AT THE BAR I HAVE
EMBARRASSED MY FRIENDS
I DO NOT FEEL RIGHT I'LL
REPAY THEM WITH TEN'S -
(GENTLEMEN'S CLUB) AT
THE BAR

Original Song (Oops I did it again) was written and produced by Max Martin, and Rami Yacoub.
The picture is also not mine, just The Parody
Lyrics.

TOOT TOOT TOOT
TOOT TOOT TOOT

TOOT TOOT TOOT
TOOT TOOT TOOT

I THINK I'VE FARTED
AGAIN JUST NOW
AT MY JOB NO WORSE
PLACE TO BE OH SMELLY
IT MIGHT SEEM LIKE A
PRANK I KNOW IT WAS
LOUD JUST LIKE A BIG
BATTLE TANK AND THEY
SAY THAT IT'S IMPOLITE
BUT A BODILY FUNCTION
YOU SEE OH SMELLY
SMELLY

OOPS I'VE FARTED AGAIN
MY BUTT STARTS TO REEK
THE ROOM STARTS TO
STINK OH SMELLY SMELLY
OOPS I AM SO ASHAMED
NO ONE ELSE DID THE SAME
EXCESSIVE FLATULENCE

WHAT A BIG NUISANCE I'VE
CAUSED AM I DREAMING
NO WAY WISHING I WAS WHY
CAN'T I JUST PRESS PAUSE
I CRINGE WATCHING THE
FROWNS OF MY COLLEAGUES
AROUND I MIGHT BE FIRED
TODAY AND THEY SAY THAT
IT'S IMPOLITE BUT A BODILY
FUNCTION YOU SEE SMELLY
OH

MAIN VERSE

TOOT TOOT TOOT
TOOT TOOT TOOT

TOOT TOOT TOOT
TOOT TOOT TOOT

OOPS I FARTED AGAIN AT MY
JOB THE ROOM IS STARTING
TO VACATE OOPS I AM SO
ASHAMED OF MY HORRID
AWFUL EXCESSIVE
FLATULENCE

MAIN VERSE 2×

LONG FART

The Original Song (The Man) was written and produced by Taylor Swift, and Joel Little. I wrote The Parody Lyrics.

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I'D BE A HAWKSHAW
- DETECTIVE I'D BE
A STUD THEY'D KNOW
I'VE PLAYED THE FIELD
BEFORE MY SKIN WAS LIGHT
BROWN LIKE A SPUD YET
I'M WHITE AS A GHOST HERE
ON THE COAST TAN FLESH
SURE WOULD QAPLA -
KLINGON FOR SUCCESS
ME UP THE LATTER BUT I
DON'T LIKE TO BOAST NOT
I'VE THOUGH OF BUYING THE
SPRAY BUT IT FEELS ICKY
LIKE SLUGS CRAWLING ALL
OVER SO STICKY

I'M SO SICK OF SUNNING AS
FAST AS I CAN YUPPIES
WOULD PAY ATTENTION TO ME
IF I HAD A TAN RESEMBLING A
TEDDY BEAR JUST LIKE MY BUD
STAN CAUSE IF I HAD A TAN
SHAN'T LIVE IN MY VAN IF I
HAD A TAN IF I HAD A TAN

THEY'D SAY I'M DOWN WITH ALL
THE RIGHT STUFF I'D CATCH
ANY BREAK I WANTED AND
WOULDN'T EVEN NEED TO BE
BUFF THOUGH THAT WOULD
MAKE MY ARMS FEEL TOUGH
AND WOULDN'T MIND BEING
THE HEAD CENTERFOLD ON
THE MAGAZINE HUF ALSO THE
PALE WHITEY'S WOULD BE
JEALOUS OF ME RISE TO THE
TOP WITHOUT A STINKING
DEGREE

MAIN VERSE

I'D CONSTANTLY BRAG ABOUT
RAKING IN DOLLARS AND
OUTSHINING THE GOLDEN
SCHOLARS STALKING FOLKS
ON MY IPAD THEY WOULD
START CALLING ME MAD I
WOULDN'T CARE AND THE
BRONZE PIGMENT WILL MAKE
ME LOOK ONE FOOT TALLER
THAT GIVE ME PERMISSION
TO SEARCH FOR TROUBLE
LIKE A BRAWLER

MAIN VERSE

THAT'D BE THE PLAN
IF I HAD A TAN

E' DASOV - KLINGON FOR YOU KNOW IT