Song: Happy and I Know It (Parody)

This is a parody of the LMFAO song “Sexy and I Know It”.

With my left foot in, I be shaking it like a fin
I put left foot out, hands on my hips like I am short and stout, yeah
This is how I roll, pin-the-tail donkey out of control,
It’s Birthday Boy, the big one-oh.
And like that I shake it all about

Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
I eat it
Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
I eat it

When I put right hand in, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me
It’s my birthday and all my friends are here, dancing to the tune.

I’m happy and I know it.
I’m happy and I know it.

When I’m at the school, third grade teacher just can’t fight ’em off
When I’m at the field, I’m trying to make the bullies stop and yield
This is how I live, come on sister, you gonna give?
This is how I roll, come on ladies it’s time to go
We headed to the pool, I just learned how to swim
No shoes, no wings, and I still go in.

Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
I eat it
Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
I eat it

When I put myself in, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me
It’s my birthday and all my friends are here, dancing to the tune.

I’m happy and I know it.
I’m happy and I know it.

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, all about
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, all about
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, all about

C’mon shake it, yeah.

I’M HAPPY AND I KNOW IT!

Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
Mom, look at that my cake
I eat it

Song: Stow (Parody)

This is a parody of the Ke$ha song Blow

Hahahahaha
Board

Front door cracked
Walkway moving
Pilot’s voice soothing
Row 12 is grooving

Drink that water
Engine’s starter
Tray tables are up
The plane’s taking off

The reading lights are on
Fasten seatbelts sign off
(Your bags about to)
This flight will not be bumpy
So sit and relax

Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to

Now look (Look)
In your seat pocket
For Safety Brochure
For emergencies

Exits are there
The front and rear
Bathrooms are too there
We’re stewardesses

It’s time, final approach
So prepare yourself

(Your bags about to)
Pressing the button will
Cause us to come around

Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to

(Stow)

Go, go, go deplane
Go deplane
Run through the ‘port
Catch that connector
Let me see that screen
Let me, let me see that screen

Go, go, go deplane
Go deplane
Run through the ‘port
Catch that connector
Let me see that screen
Let me, let me see that screen (Hurry!)

We’re taking oh-off (Stow)
Sit back, enjoy, oh-off (Stow)

Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow (Oh)
Your bags about to stow (oh)
Stow
Your bags about to stow
Stow
Your bags about to

Song: Inspire Words (Parody)

This is a parody of Katy Perry’s Firework

Do you ever feel like the lyrics in
A song can lift you
Up and cause you alarm

Do you ever feel, message so thin
Like a bunch of words
So trite, no deep meaning

Do you ever feel already in a heap
Of sunny imagery
But no one seems to think too deep

Do you know that there’s still dials to turn
Cause there’s more songs to learn

You just gotta open your ears
And let you hear
Just own the sound
Use a verb and a noun

Cause baby these are Inspire Words
Come on pep ’em up with the worst
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh!”
As you blab through the lines-ines-ines

Baby these are Inspire Words
Come on lift your spirits up
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh!”
Just do not think and analyze hard-ard-ard

If you need to fill some of the album space
Don’t be original, think of something new
Do what all female singers do and place
Single that looks on the brightside of you

Maybe these lyrics do some good for the fans
Ask Pink or Britney or Christina, who next takes a “stand”

Song: The Mime Song

::pantomimes picking up a microphone::

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….!

::takes a bow::

NOTE: This song also doubles as nice telegraph love poem

Song: Just a Whirl (Parody)

This song is a parody of No Doubt’s Just a Girl

Take this plastic wrapping off the box
It’s exposed
Just as I load the prize
Don’t you think I know
Exactly how to play
This menu is forcing me
To choose a way
‘Please do just a whirl, little ‘ol me
Don’t let me waste the hours
Play just a whirl, all quick and fast
Then I’ll wash all of our clothes
Oh…I’ll do my chores after that!

The moment that I step in the ride
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I don’t find those big coasters that very near
’Cause it’s all those little dips
That I fear

But take just a whirl I’d rather not scare
‘Cause they won’t let me out
Late at night take just a whirl,
Guess I’m some kind of wimp
‘Cause they all sit and stare
Laugh at me

Take just a whirl,
Make a fast batch of snacks
Just some premade sweet cookie dough

Oh…I’ll just buy a car now
Oh…need to test it fast somehow
Try just a whirl
Free, just a whirl in the car…
That’s all the boss’ll let me try!
It’s just a whirl, around the block of city
Speed down the street
Top down, feelin’ heat

Life’s just a whirl, what’s my destiny?
What should I make of it, to make it fun?
Life’s just a whirl, no apologies
Live it till you’ve had all your fill of fun
Life’s just a whirl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there’s no comparison

Oh…I’ve done it all too!
Oh…I’ve done it all too!!
Oh…I’ve had it all too quick!

Song: Man in Black (Parody)

This a Lost-centric parody of The Rolling Stone’s song Paint it Black

I see a small boy and I think, The Man in Black
No colors in his clothes, he is called Man in Black
His real mother was killed by CJ at the time of birth
We are not given his name for what that is worth

He sees a group of men and they’re all corrupt, black
He desires to leave Island, never to come back
Jacob cannot stop him, tries to turn him away
Because there are rules that they follow every day

Games, they like to play, Jacob and the Man in Black
One side white, and whatelse, the other side is black
Man in Black he fade away when thrown in the cave of Light
Jacob and he got into a really big bro fight

No more MiB, just the big bad smokey thing
Jacob could not foresee this happening to him

If we look hard enough over the entire haul
The smoke will judge you first before he kills us all

I see a small boy and I think, The Man in Black
No colors in his clothes, he is called Man in Black
He just wants to leave the Island in his Fake Locke clothes
But we all go to hell if his darkness goes

Tik, tik, tik,…

He wanna see the outside, outside world
Man in Black, Man in Black
He wanna see Island sunken down from the sea
He appears as some dead men, dead mean, dead men, Black
Yeah!

Tik, tik, tik,…

Song: Troller O’Flaming (Parody)

This is a parody of The Who song Baba O’Riley. A troll is someone who goes on the internet and takes the position opposite of the general consensus to start a fight. That is called flaming.

Out here in the forums,
We post for our lolz
I get my thoughts into my living
I don’t need to flame
To prove I’m right
I don’t need to be banned

Do reply
Do raise my rep
It’s only online forum boards

OP, take my hand
Tab cross the net
Put out the flame
Don’t look past my profile
The flamewar is here
The arguement are near
Let’s get together
Before this thread gets locked

Online forum boards
It’s just an online forum board
Online forum board
Oh, oh
Online forum board
They’re all trolling!

Song: I Wanted To Be Seated (Parody)

Note: This song is a parody of The Ramones I Wanna Be Sedated

Twenty-twenty-twenty four minutes ago I wanted to be seated
Cravin’ a meal and nothing to go-o-oh I wanted to be seated
Just get me to the table give me a menu
Hurry hurry hurry or I’ll order tofu
I can’t control my stomach I’ll go to old venue
Oh no no no no no

Twenty-twenty-twenty four minutes ago I wanted to be seated
Cravin’ a meal and nothing to go-o-oh I wanted to be seated
Just give me a knife and fork put me in a booth
Hurry hurry hurry before I eat a hoof
I can’t control my rumbles I can’t control the truth
Oh no no no no no

Twenty-twenty-twenty four minutes ago I wanted to be seated
Cravin’ a meal and nothing to go-o-oh I wanted to be seated
Just put me in a corner put down the placemats
Hurry hurry hurry before I eat a gnat
I can’t control my hunger I can’t control my fat
Oh no no no no no

Twenty-twenty-twenty four minutes ago I wanted to be seated
Cravin’ a meal and nothing to go-o-oh I wanted to be seated
Just put me in a corner put down the placemats
Hurry hurry hurry before I eat a gnat
I can’t control my hunger I can’t control my fat
Oh no no no no no

Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya Ya-Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya I wanted to be seated
Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya Ya-Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya I wanted to be seated
Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya Ya-Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya I wanted to be seated
Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya Ya-Ya-Ya-Yum-Ya I wanted to be seated

Song: Twitter About (Parody)

NOTE: This is a parody of the The Who song Fiddle About

It’s your one-forty limit
Mini-blog site, don’t be timid
So go Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about!

Write about the inane and boring
Your followers count is soaring
Twittering about
Twittering about
Twitter about!

Tweet with the hashtags
Reply with the “at”
Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about!

Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about!

Spam will shout as I Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about!
Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about!
Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about!
Twitter about
Twitter about
Twitter about!
Twitter, Twitter, Twitter.
Twitter, Twitter, Twitter.
Twitter, Twitter, Twitter.
Twitter, Twitter, Twitter…TWITTER!