Singing the wrong words
There's a grand tradition of singing the wrong words to jingles, hymns and the dreaded school songs. Or maybe you have a corporate anthem too cheesy for words? Tell us the alternate words you and your friends sang so that we can too.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 10:02)
There's a grand tradition of singing the wrong words to jingles, hymns and the dreaded school songs. Or maybe you have a corporate anthem too cheesy for words? Tell us the alternate words you and your friends sang so that we can too.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 10:02)
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An Ode to Blink 182
To the tune of 'Aliens Exist' by Blink 182.
Hey Mom, there's someone in the back room
I hope it's not my crazy Uncle George
He always used to touch me, undress me and carress me, social services think i'm telling lies.
If only people knew that the abuse was real.
I'd show them all my bruises and my scars.
I got an infection, because of the erection, that he put inside of me that night.
Up all night long
he made kept prodding me with his schlong
And I know it must be late
He's been prodding me since half past eight
He humps me I don't know why
he came right in my eye.
(at this point we repeat verse 2)
Up all night long, he makes me oil him to his thong.
And i know it must be late
I've been rubbing him since half past 8 (we go a bit unimaginative at this point)
He forced me to do 2 guys.
They split me not like YOU.
Dark and scary
He's so hairy
Often brutal
With his dildo
(we couldn't think of anything here)
Repeat either chorus.
Yeah, so it could use a little refinement. But we made it up when we were 13/14.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 13:24, Reply)
To the tune of 'Aliens Exist' by Blink 182.
Hey Mom, there's someone in the back room
I hope it's not my crazy Uncle George
He always used to touch me, undress me and carress me, social services think i'm telling lies.
If only people knew that the abuse was real.
I'd show them all my bruises and my scars.
I got an infection, because of the erection, that he put inside of me that night.
Up all night long
he made kept prodding me with his schlong
And I know it must be late
He's been prodding me since half past eight
He humps me I don't know why
he came right in my eye.
(at this point we repeat verse 2)
Up all night long, he makes me oil him to his thong.
And i know it must be late
I've been rubbing him since half past 8 (we go a bit unimaginative at this point)
He forced me to do 2 guys.
They split me not like YOU.
Dark and scary
He's so hairy
Often brutal
With his dildo
(we couldn't think of anything here)
Repeat either chorus.
Yeah, so it could use a little refinement. But we made it up when we were 13/14.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 13:24, Reply)
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