The song parodies on this page were all featured as Song Parody of the Month during the year of 2001.
The song parodies on this page were all featured as Song Parody of the Month during the year of 2001.
I'm sure we've all had those days where we just HATE the music channels
a parody of "Action! Not Words"
written: 12/16/00
featured: January 2001
I'm sick and tired of damn MTV
And VH1 can just bite me
I want my own late night rock show
And all I need are my videos
Rock me, make it electric
Rock me, make it last
TV on, let the VCR roll
It's automatic, I'm in control
Got no script baby, just the rhymes
And Joe and the boys, a real good time, oh
Rock me, make it electric
Rock me, c'mon, make it last
Rock me, gimme thunder god on his throne
Rock me, ooh babe I need you fast
'Cause all I need is some
Leppards! Leppards! Leppards, not fluff
Gimme Leppards! Leppards! Leppards not fluff
C'mon and rock me
Let the VCR roll, oh
I'll be the lover, you be the star
With your rhymes and your guitars
No audition, a starring roll
I'll be your groupie and you rock 'n' roll yeah
Rock me, make it electric
Rock me, oh Sav and Rick
Rock me, make it a sight to remember
Rock me, do it Phil and Viv
So let me in on the Leppards
Lights, VCR, sound, I need Leppards
Leppards! Leppards!
Gimme Leppards not fluff
Let the VCR roll
Leppards!
Ooh yeah, Leppards!
Said Leppards not fluff
I need all five
Leppards, Leppards, Leppards, Leppards
Leppards not fluff
Ooh, shake a little piece of your ...
Leppards! Leppards! Leppards! Leppards!
Leppards not fluff
Come on, talk to me with your music
Whoa, Leppards!
Who says I have a food fetish?!?
a parody of "Too Late For Love"
written: 12/7/00
featured: February 2001
Somewhere in the distance I hear the bells ring
Afternoon settles on the town as the children start to eat
And the waitress across the room she shuts up the blinds
A room of hundreds waiting as she blocks out the light
But it's too late, too late, too late
Too late for lunch
Too late, too late, too late
Too late
Hungry eyes are gazing, folks go back and forth
A pocket full of unspent dough, their manners are loathed
And the last one seated searches away the day
And grabs out for the lunch menu as its taken away
But it's too late, too late, too late
Too late for lunch
Too late, too late, it's too late
Too late
Oooooooh
Oh yeah
Standing by the kitchen aware of me and you
The waitress and the chef, they're laughing at our food
And there's a lady over there she's acting pretty cool
But when it comes to telling time she always plays the fool
But it's too late, too late, it's too late
Too late for lunch
It's too late, it's too late, too late
Too late
Oooh .... Oooh ... Ooohh
Is it all too late
Oooh
Just too late
Oooh
Can't you see it's all too late
Yeah, it's too late
Too late, too late, too late
Too late for lunch
Too late, yeah, too late, yeah too late
Too late
Too late, too late, too late
Too late for lunch
Too late, too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late
Getcha On Through The Night albums out kiddies!
a parody of "When The Walls Come Tumbling Down"
written: 2/24/01
featured: March 2001
On the first day of the first month of the upcoming year
The whole town went crazy
Some said it was something dumped in the water
While others told of an upcoming rock concert
A terrible revenge of rock gods
But we understood the grand scheme of things
Fulfillment of a prophecy told many days before
So all that was left was ...
All the women were captured by them
And national Leppard Day was proclaimed
And all the diehard fans danced around
But the opening act was kinda lame
So all the lepfans came together
In fear the concert might end
Never would we fight in the seats
But pay attention to who played lead
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
Everybody cheered and they screamed for the sound
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
Everybody cheered and they screamed for the sound
The blinding light of the sun faded
And the band took their places
Hands wave and open flames bathed all the hungry faces
Of those who came with every inch of energy to lend
A leppard stands reciting Bowie it's now that I fend off the end
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
Everybody cheered and they screamed for the sound
When Def Leppard came to town
When the walls came tumbling down
When Def Leppard came to town
Everybody cheered and they screamed for the sound
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
Everybody cheered and they screamed for the sound
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
When Def Leppard came to town
Nobody made a sound
Loud!
My favorite subject back when I was in school . . . yeeeack . . .
a parody of "Move With Me Slowly"
written: 3/15/01
featured: April 2001
I'm lost in mathematics
Still contemplate Pythagorean
I just hang on the lecture
I do it all for a grade
You got a problem with your homework
You can't seem to get it right
You got your face down and snoring, baby
You'll be sleeping all night
So do me a favor
Won't you follow along slowly
Ingest some caffeine
Won't you follow along slowly, yeah
We know how the test will be
We know how the test will be
Hey say mister, you're dreaming
You got sleep in your eyes
A little consciousness in class, yeah, yeah
Will get you up to Chapter Five
Won't you follow along slowly
Ingest some caffeine
Yeah, won't you follow along slowly, yeah, yeah
We know how the test will be
We know how the test will be
You hear me knocking so let me in
When your blood runs cold and patience wears thin
It's over theorems, it's under your skin
Math messes with your mind, it should be a sin
So let me in
Take you to the library
Slap you to your knees
Take you anywhere to learn this, baby
We've got this math disease
And there ain't nothin' we can do
Won't you follow along slowly
Ingest some caffeine
Yeah, won't you follow along slowly, yeah, yeah
We know how the test will be
Won't you follow along slowly
Ingest some caffeine
Yeah, won't you follow along slowly, yeah, yeah
We know how the test will be
We know how the test will be
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Won't you follow along slowly
And ingest some more caffeine
Yeah, won't you follow along slowly, yeah, yeah
We know how the test will be
We know how the test will be
We know how the test will be
Yeah
Aren't we all?
written: 4/1/01
featured: May 2001
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your palms sweat, your knees shake
Another song is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another song is all you need
Whoa
You like to think that you're immune to the stuff
Oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to Lep
You see the signs, but you can't read
You're piled on a different heap
You heart beats in double time
Another song and you'll be fine, multi-track mind
You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do
Whoa
You like to think that you're immune to the stuff
Oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
Your palms sweat and teeth grind
Another song and you'll be fine
Whoa
You like to think that you're immune to the stuff
Oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
Might as well face it, you're addicted to Lep
I don't like women who wear brown jeans, so I did something about it!
a parody of "Tear It Down"
by riffola
featured: June 2001
You've got the vest made out of wool
I like it
The white henley that caught on fire
Yes, I liked it
The red silk kimono
The black tee, it's cut oh so low
In all of 'em, you're so hot
I'm coming for you ready or not
You're gettin' ready
Pickin' out a pair of jeans
Gettin' ready, you're gettin' ready
Oh, you're wearing ugly jeans
Wearin' brown
There's got to be another pair
Wearin' brown
Must've worn it in a haste
Wearin' brown
There's got to be another pair
Wearin' brown
If only you had good taste
It'd end this song
Come on
I'm on fire, when you dress nice
Especially in the black dress you've worn twice
Shirt tails you won't tuck
With one button un-hooked
The black jeans, bought for fun
I wish you'd wear that one
The blue jeans that hugs the curves,
That you never wear enough
You're gettin' ready
Pickin' out a pair of jeans
Gettin' ready, you're gettin' ready
Oh, so get out of those ugly jeans
Wearin' brown
There's got to be another pair
Wearin' brown
Must've worn it in a haste
Wearin' brown
There's got to be an other pair
Wearin' brown
If only you had good taste
It'd end this song
You're gettin' ready
Pickin' out a pair of jeans
Gettin' ready, you're gettin' ready
Come on, get out of those ugly jeans
Wearin' brown
There's got to be an other pair
Wearin' brown
Must've worn it in a haste
Wearin' brown
There's got to be an other pair
Wearin' brown
If only you had good taste
Wearin' brown
There's got to be an other pair
Wearin' brown
Must've worn it in a haste
Wearin' brown
There's got to be an other pair
Wearin' brown
If only you had good taste
It ain't right
What else can you do with a "fuck me" song written by guys? Turn the tables on 'em.
written: 8/3/01
featured: August 2001
Cool singer, your eyes, you got me hypnotized
So come here, show me rhythm, stop the stalling and hesitation
Rock steady, got me shaking, I'm ready for the taking
So make your move, and you'll see, get ready for li'l ol' me
Let me rock, yeah
Let me roll, let me
Let me go, let me go
You gotta let me rock, come on
Let me roll, yeah just let me go
Slow down, hold up, have security let me go
Take it easy, take it slow, have a show, just let me go
Your body is the right way, don't be leaving, c'mon stay
So get down on your knees, and let me know you're ready to please
Let me rock, yeah
Let me roll, let me
Let me go, let me go
You gotta let me rock, come on
Let me roll, yeah just let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Cool singer, your eyes, you got me hypnotized
Slow down, hold on, let me have my way
I need a singer, I want him to love
A wound up singer
And you got what I want, what I want
Oooh yeah
Slow down, hold on
You gotta have security let me go
Take it slow, make it last
Take it easy, not too fast
Don't let go, no
You rock steady, got me shaking
And I'm ready for the taking
So make your move, and you'll see
And get a-ready for li'l ol' me, yeah
Let me rock, let me
Let me roll, let me
Let me go, let me
Let me, let me rock
Let me, let me roll
Let me, let me go
Let me go
Let me rock, yeah
Let me roll, let me
Let me go, let me go
You gotta let me rock, come on
Let me roll, yeah
Let me go
Oooh yeah ... Wow!!
Hmm I’m hungry . . . lemme go see what’s in the fridge . . .
a tasty parody of "Day After Day"
written: 9/1/01
featured: September 2001
You know me, my head’s in the fridge
I feed my face, gotta midnight binge
My stomach growls and I always crave
So what is the due date
It's nothing like you've ever seen
With every meal, I’m hopin’
It's only when I keep my mouth wide open
Refrigerator light glowing out of control
And I just can't let go
Bite after bite
There's a hunger inside me
Bite after bite
I’m always eating something
Every grumble
You always come down to find me
Bite after bite
And I follow it blindly
Bite after bite
I feel you, you're lookin’ for me
You look in the kitchen, you know where I've been
My stomach growls but the crave’s the same
Don't you know my crave
I'm always there with my mouth just wide open
Refrigerator light glowing out of control
And I just can't let go
Bite after bite
There's a hunger inside me
Bite after bite
I’m always eating something
Every grumble
You always come down to find me
Bite after bite
And I follow it blindly
Bite after bite
Refrigerator light glowing out of control
And I just can't let go
Bite after bite
There's a hunger inside me
Bite after bite
I’m always eating something
Every grumble
You always come down to find me
Bite after bite
And I follow it blindly
Bite after bite
Bite after bite
Bite after bite
There's a hunger inside me
Bite after bite
I’m always eating something
Every grumble
You always come down to find me
Bite after bite
And I follow it blindly
Bite after bite
It’s time to get out your b-sides … here’s a new twist to "Immortal" …
written: 9/30/01
featured: October 2001
Do you want another grape jello shot
Do you want another shot of rum
Do you need another Bailey’s Irish Cream
To have a little bit more fun
Are you inebriated beyond belief
Are you sauced enough to slip off your bar stool
Wanna sigh, gonna slide
Just one more sip of wine
Hit the can, shove head in
I'm gonna puke again
I'm not the designated driver
I just want to empty this keg all on my own
I'm not the designated driver
Do you wanna be, like I wanna be
Hungover
Do you want another Acid Rain
Or do you want another Dirty Bastard
Do you need another glass of Danbooka
Before downing an After Dark
Are you holding out for the last call
Can you hear the scotch splashing at the back of your throat
So high, bone dry
Got a thirst for life
On a binge, drink it in
I'm gonna puke again
I'm not the designated driver
I just want to empty this keg all on my own
I'm not the designated driver
Do you wanna be, like I wanna be
Hungover
And just like the doors of this bar
There's no way back, there's no way back
I'm a bit too high, got the keys to my ‘Benz
But I won’t drive, got a life and I'm loving it
Are you drunk enough to tell me your secret
Can you hear the scotch splashing at the back of your throat
Wanna sigh, gonna slide
Just one more sip of wine
Hit the can, shove head in
I'm gonna puke again
I'm not the designated driver
I just want to empty this keg all on my own
I'm not the designated driver
Do you wanna be, like I wanna be
I'm not the designated driver
I just want to empty this keg all on my own
I'm not the designated driver
Do you wanna be, like I wanna be
Hungover
I'm not the designated driver
'Cause I wanna be hungover
Do you wanna be hungover
I'm not the designated driver
Like I wanna be hungover
Don't you wanna be hungover
I'm not the designated driver
'Cause I wanna be hungover
Do you wanna be hungover
I'm not the designated driver
Like I wanna be hungover
Don't you wanna be hungover
I'm not the designated driver
'Cause I wanna be hungover
A sad, twisted parody of Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl." Where's that strait jacket ...?
written: 11/8/99
featured: November 2001
Bobbie is a girl, yeah I never met her before in my life
But lately something's changed, it ain't hard to define
Bobbie's got herself a guy and I want to make him mine
And he's watching her with those eyes
And he's lovin' her with that body, I just know it
And she's holding him in her arms late, late at night
You know I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
Why can't I find me a man like that?
I'll play along with this charade, that doesn't seem to be a reason to change
You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute
I wanna tell him that I love him but the point is probably moot
And he's watching her with those eyes
And he's lovin' her with that body, I just know it
And she's holding him in her arms late, late at night
You know I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
Why can't I find me a man like that
Like Bobbie's guy
I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
Why can't I find me a man ...
Why can't I find me a man like that
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time
Wonderin' what he won't see in me
I'm kinda funny; I'm real cool with the lines
Ain't that the way love's supposed to be
Tell me why can't I find me a man like that
You know I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
Why can't I find me a man like that?
Like Bobbie's guy
I wish that I had Bobbie's guy
I want, I want Bobbie's guy ...
'Tis the season ... and well, gotta roll with ... here's a parody of AC/DC's "Mistress for Christmas" ...
written: 12/20/00
featured: December 2001
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the day
I just can't wait till Christmas time
When I can pounce you in the hay
Easy come, easy go
Have a good time with christmas dough
Slidin' up high, slidin' down low
Love'm then leave'm, off to a show, yeah
Oh oh oh yeah, all right
Listen, I like leppard form in minimum dress
Sugar to share with a capital "S"
Get a date with the man in the band
Wanna be in heaven with him right at hand
Said, yeah
He's got it, I want him
She's got him, I can't have him
But I want him, he's gotta ask me
She's got him, and I can't get him
I'll be Joe's mistress for Christmas
I'll be Joe's mistress for Christmas
Ooh yeah, haha yeah
I'll be Joe's mistress for Christmas
Come on
Easy come, easy go
Slidin' high, slidin' low
Yeah, all right
He's got it, I want him
She's got him, I can't have him
I want him, just ask me
She's got him, and I can't get him
Mistress
He's got it, I want him
For Christmas
She's got him, and I can't have him
Mistress
But I want him, just gotta ask
For Christmas
She's got him, but I'll be Joe's
Mistress for Christmas
You know what I'm talkin' about
Mistress for Christmas
You gotta send me as a
You gotta send me as a
Mistress for Christmas
I want the man in the band
In a bow in my bed
Mistress for Christmas
I can hear you coming up my smoke stack
Ride me like a reindeer, honey, and ring my bells
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