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 ET song, to the tune of Micheal Jackson's "Thriller"
(ah, the idiocy of youth. I hang my head in shame and secret self satisfied hilarity)
It's close to midnight
A funny smell is hangin in the air
You turn on the porchlight
But nothin but a cloud of mist is there
You close the door
But suddenly that cloud of mist is with you
You cross the floor
And an eerie glow is closin in behind
Oh why tonigt?
Oh no, it's ET!
Standin there
His spaceship's right outside
He wants to take you for a ride
Oh no, it's ET!
That you smelled
He's stinkin up the place and screamin
PHONE HOME! PHONE HOME! PHONE HOOOOMME!
He lifts his finger
And tries to float your body out the door
You throw a Zinger
And escape while he is grabbin it from the floor
You hear a faaaart!
And thick black clouds of smoke fill the room
And if you're smart
You'll call the fire department very soon
You'd better zoom!
Oh no it's ET!
On the stair
He's headin for the john and now it won't take long
Before ET floods you out
You'll never be the same when you're with ET!ET!ETEEEEEE!
OWWWWWW!(insert tacky moonwalk here)
( , Fri 28 Jan 2005, 20:41, Reply)
(ah, the idiocy of youth. I hang my head in shame and secret self satisfied hilarity)
It's close to midnight
A funny smell is hangin in the air
You turn on the porchlight
But nothin but a cloud of mist is there
You close the door
But suddenly that cloud of mist is with you
You cross the floor
And an eerie glow is closin in behind
Oh why tonigt?
Oh no, it's ET!
Standin there
His spaceship's right outside
He wants to take you for a ride
Oh no, it's ET!
That you smelled
He's stinkin up the place and screamin
PHONE HOME! PHONE HOME! PHONE HOOOOMME!
He lifts his finger
And tries to float your body out the door
You throw a Zinger
And escape while he is grabbin it from the floor
You hear a faaaart!
And thick black clouds of smoke fill the room
And if you're smart
You'll call the fire department very soon
You'd better zoom!
Oh no it's ET!
On the stair
He's headin for the john and now it won't take long
Before ET floods you out
You'll never be the same when you're with ET!ET!ETEEEEEE!
OWWWWWW!(insert tacky moonwalk here)
( , Fri 28 Jan 2005, 20:41, Reply)
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