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Song Parodies -> "My Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination"
Original Song Title:
"My Innocent Eyes"
Original Performer:
Delta Goodrem
Parody Song Title:
"My Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination"
Parody Written by:
B Man
The Lyrics
This song is about a boy on a school cricket team in year 7.
Do you remember, when you were in grade 7?
And the only thing that
You wanted to do
Was show your coach that you could hit a six
Two years have passed
And the one thing that lasts
Is the same old shot, that'll get you out
And make your daddy cry
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I remembered how to bat
And hit my neighbours fat old cat
In a game that isn't fair
In a game you will lose hair and I sing
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Seems I've forgotten how to bat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Cant even hit my neighbours cat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
For the little guy inside
Who won't just hide
Don't let me miss the ball
Please, help be because of my
Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination
Do you remember, when you were in grade 7?
And the only thing that
You wanted to do
Was hit the ball and now at least score a run
Two games have passed
And the one thing lasts
Is that same old shot that'll get you out
And make your daddy cry
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I remembered how to bat
And hit my neighbours fat old cat
In a game that's had some stars
In a game that'll put streakers behind bars and I sing
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Seems I've forgotten how to bat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Cant even hit my neighbours cat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
For the little guy inside
Who won't just hide
Don't let me miss the ball
Please, help be because of my
Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination
Under my feelings and under my pads
On the sideline is my dad
Learning of the skills
Of batting
See the ball and give it a smacking
My Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I remembered how to bat
And hit my neighbours fat old cat
In a game that's had some stars
In a game that'll put streakers behind bars and I sing
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Seems I've forgotten how to bat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Cant even hit my neighbours cat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
For the little guy inside
Who won't just hide
Don't let me miss the ball
Please, help be because of my
Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination.
And the only thing that
You wanted to do
Was show your coach that you could hit a six
Two years have passed
And the one thing that lasts
Is the same old shot, that'll get you out
And make your daddy cry
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I remembered how to bat
And hit my neighbours fat old cat
In a game that isn't fair
In a game you will lose hair and I sing
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Seems I've forgotten how to bat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Cant even hit my neighbours cat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
For the little guy inside
Who won't just hide
Don't let me miss the ball
Please, help be because of my
Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination
Do you remember, when you were in grade 7?
And the only thing that
You wanted to do
Was hit the ball and now at least score a run
Two games have passed
And the one thing lasts
Is that same old shot that'll get you out
And make your daddy cry
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I remembered how to bat
And hit my neighbours fat old cat
In a game that's had some stars
In a game that'll put streakers behind bars and I sing
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Seems I've forgotten how to bat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Cant even hit my neighbours cat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
For the little guy inside
Who won't just hide
Don't let me miss the ball
Please, help be because of my
Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination
Under my feelings and under my pads
On the sideline is my dad
Learning of the skills
Of batting
See the ball and give it a smacking
My Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I remembered how to bat
And hit my neighbours fat old cat
In a game that's had some stars
In a game that'll put streakers behind bars and I sing
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Seems I've forgotten how to bat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
Cant even hit my neighbours cat
Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone, Gone-a-Gone-a-Gone-Gone
For the little guy inside
Who won't just hide
Don't let me miss the ball
Please, help be because of my
Crappy-hand-eye-co-ordination.
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Poor widdle kitty cat.
DKTOS, so I can't really vote. But I encourage you to keep writing. I think it's great you are discovering your creativity at such an early age.
Well Done Brendan, this is Adam S from school, that rocked!!!!!!!!!!!
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