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Song Parodies -> "R-E-S-T-I-V-E"
Original Song Title:
"R-E-S-P-E-C-T"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Aretha Franklin
Parody Song Title:
"R-E-S-T-I-V-E"
Parody Written by:
Nib Oswald
The Lyrics
Inspired by an ex-classmate leaving school to have a baby, this depicts the
mayhem to come when one's offspring throw a tantrum. (also known as 'tanty')
mayhem to come when one's offspring throw a tantrum. (also known as 'tanty')
(Boo)
Slop on walls.
(Hoo)
Staining my carpet.
(Boo)
Gosh, he peed.
(Hoo)
Didn't use the toilet.
(Boo)
Bawling tantrum.
(Hoo)
This horrid kid is restive, terror just keeps goin'.
(Flustered little kid)
He's raging.
(Such a delinquent)
We don't condone.
(Busted brittle bits)
Pesters!
(Master Hissy Fit)
I faint when-I see my young child's door torn.
Faint when-I see fresh dung
(Poo!)
On my new doona.
(Boo)
Bawling tantrum.
(Hoo)
This horrid kid is restive, terror just keeps goin'.
(Flustered little kid)
Crazy.
(Such a delinquent)
We don't condone.
(Busted brittle bits)
WAAAAAH!
(Master Hissy Fit)
Cries about no gifts and crawls to his mummy.
Then bawls a-spitting infinite dummies.
On his high horse- come off it!
Terror keeps goin'.
(Pester, pester, pester, pester)
He's raging.
(Cross now, cross now, cross now, cross now)
We don't condone.
(Flustered little kid)
WAAAAAH!
(Such a delinquent)
[Instrumental break(ing of fine china whilst screeching childishly)]
(Boo)
Smashed dishes.
(Hoo)
Heater is running.
(Boo)
This messed cot,
(Hoo)
You think it's funny?
(Boo)
Toddler plugging the loo...
(Poo)
Oh me!
This livid melee, it just keeps goin'.
(Whee! Whee! Whee! Whee!)
He's raging.
(Me! Me! Me! Me!)
Ripped and moo-dy.
(Restive, flustered little kid.)
Terror keeps goin'. OW!
(Such a delinquent)
R-E-S-T-I-V-E
Child pouts as he screams at me.
R-E-S-T-I-V-E
Day care? The PD?
No!
(Sockets fuming, pockets oozing,
Rockets zooming, f***ing gloomy!)
This kid is restive.
(Soccer-booting, Rocker-hooting,
Boxer-looting, lots of brooding!)
Pure rage.
(Busted brittle bits)
This kid is restive.
(Master Hissy Fit)
Tyke is riled.
(Flustered little kid)
Creeps like lion.
(Such a delinquent)
He's running out of fuel.
(Busted brittle bits)
But tries strained crying.
(Master Hissy Fit)
(Whee! Whee! Whee! Whee!) Terror keeps goin'.
(Re, Re, Re, Restive)
But then I cave in.
(Restive, flustered little kid)
And wipe the house clean.
(Such a delinquent)
I've got to live.
(Just until he splits)
With this terror teen.
(Must get rid of it!)
Slop on walls.
(Hoo)
Staining my carpet.
(Boo)
Gosh, he peed.
(Hoo)
Didn't use the toilet.
(Boo)
Bawling tantrum.
(Hoo)
This horrid kid is restive, terror just keeps goin'.
(Flustered little kid)
He's raging.
(Such a delinquent)
We don't condone.
(Busted brittle bits)
Pesters!
(Master Hissy Fit)
I faint when-I see my young child's door torn.
Faint when-I see fresh dung
(Poo!)
On my new doona.
(Boo)
Bawling tantrum.
(Hoo)
This horrid kid is restive, terror just keeps goin'.
(Flustered little kid)
Crazy.
(Such a delinquent)
We don't condone.
(Busted brittle bits)
WAAAAAH!
(Master Hissy Fit)
Cries about no gifts and crawls to his mummy.
Then bawls a-spitting infinite dummies.
On his high horse- come off it!
Terror keeps goin'.
(Pester, pester, pester, pester)
He's raging.
(Cross now, cross now, cross now, cross now)
We don't condone.
(Flustered little kid)
WAAAAAH!
(Such a delinquent)
[Instrumental break(ing of fine china whilst screeching childishly)]
(Boo)
Smashed dishes.
(Hoo)
Heater is running.
(Boo)
This messed cot,
(Hoo)
You think it's funny?
(Boo)
Toddler plugging the loo...
(Poo)
Oh me!
This livid melee, it just keeps goin'.
(Whee! Whee! Whee! Whee!)
He's raging.
(Me! Me! Me! Me!)
Ripped and moo-dy.
(Restive, flustered little kid.)
Terror keeps goin'. OW!
(Such a delinquent)
R-E-S-T-I-V-E
Child pouts as he screams at me.
R-E-S-T-I-V-E
Day care? The PD?
No!
(Sockets fuming, pockets oozing,
Rockets zooming, f***ing gloomy!)
This kid is restive.
(Soccer-booting, Rocker-hooting,
Boxer-looting, lots of brooding!)
Pure rage.
(Busted brittle bits)
This kid is restive.
(Master Hissy Fit)
Tyke is riled.
(Flustered little kid)
Creeps like lion.
(Such a delinquent)
He's running out of fuel.
(Busted brittle bits)
But tries strained crying.
(Master Hissy Fit)
(Whee! Whee! Whee! Whee!) Terror keeps goin'.
(Re, Re, Re, Restive)
But then I cave in.
(Restive, flustered little kid)
And wipe the house clean.
(Such a delinquent)
I've got to live.
(Just until he splits)
With this terror teen.
(Must get rid of it!)
DKTOS? Who do you think you are...ME?!!
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This is too funny and quite imaginative. Wonder why no one is paying any attention to it? This one is worth three 5 year olds.
Freaking YAY, Luke (I should know, as I am a mother of two and can totally relate). Don't you go to an all-boys school? 5's.
How old was the person? And how old are you Emiloca?
I thought you just turned 16 emiloca. If that's true then you had kids when you were really young!
Thanks Guy. Anonymous '007' has just turned 18, and naturally it was the combined pent-up sexual ferocity of going to same-sex schools that resulted in a most irritating STD. Technically, M-Dawg, she could have had twins at a 'rather' young age. Interestingly, both have flowing long blonde hair and pointy ears........
Don't worry, M-Dawg, I have neither turned 16 yet or given birth to children. That was me going for some shock-factor humor, except for it must have turned around and poked me in the eye.
On a more serious note, tanty tanty tanty tanty.
On a more serious note, tanty tanty tanty tanty.
Neither nor. Neither nor. *kills last comment*
I've a floor. I've a floor.
I support Guy's comments, JakeLuke... I thought it was pretty good
ABC contest.
Thank you, come again!
(ABC) Great tune, love how the backing vocals were just as funny as the lead vocal. 555
(ABC) Nothing to cry about here, Luke!
Thanks Agrimorfee. Your presence incites weeping everywhere you go, Johnny. ;)
I have respect for this one.
(ABC's) Hmmm - looks like considerable more attention has been paid to this since my last comment.
Rick- Chortle chortle chortle!
Guy- I know, it's terrible isn't it...
Guy- I know, it's terrible isn't it...
this is truly off the wall!! 5s
(ABC) -Great job, Jake...and you finally picked an 'OS' that an old fogey like me would know! Really Off AND On-The-Wall here! 5's...
(ABC) I have nothing to say except good job, and 5'd.
Thanks martha, Paul (I always keep old fogies in mind) and neminem.
I confess I had to look up "restive". Well done; my fave line was "flustered little kid".
SSH! I confess, I did too!
Well done, Jake. I really liked all of your substitutes for "sock it to me" except for the "***".
I'm so glad none of mine are like that :-) Excellent parody, Luke
Thanks John Jenkins. I agree, "***" just doesn't really rhyme. Phil- a female actually mated with you?! ;)
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