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Song Parodies -> "Hello, I Own You"
Original Song Title:
"Hello, I Love You"
(MP3)Original Performer:
The Doors
Parody Song Title:
"Hello, I Own You"
Parody Written by:
J-Web
The Lyrics
Jim Morrison didn't die--he went to New York and became a gourmet stock-broker! This is just one of 11 cuts from "The Lizard King On Wall Street"
HELLO, I OWN YOU
Hello, I own you
Won't you answer the phone?
Hello, I own you
Let me dump on your clone
Hello, I own you
Won't you answer the phone?
Hello, I own you
Let me work you to bone.
She's walking down the aisle
Manages to still wear a smile
Do you think you'll be the jerk
To make the queen of the workers work?
Hello, I own you
Won't you tell me your job?
Hello, I own you
Let me make your wrist throb
Hello, I own you
Won't you tell me your job?
Hello, I own you
It's your paycheck I'll rob
She holds her keyboard high
Like a statue that can't cry
Her arms are tired, and her hours are long
When she types my brain screams out this song
Paper crouches on her desk
Like a dog-eared pile that begs for rest
Do you hope to make her quit then, fool?
Do you hope to make her go back to school?
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
I hire you
Hello
I fire my babe
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
Hello, I own you
Won't you answer the phone?
Hello, I own you
Let me dump on your clone
Hello, I own you
Won't you answer the phone?
Hello, I own you
Let me work you to bone.
She's walking down the aisle
Manages to still wear a smile
Do you think you'll be the jerk
To make the queen of the workers work?
Hello, I own you
Won't you tell me your job?
Hello, I own you
Let me make your wrist throb
Hello, I own you
Won't you tell me your job?
Hello, I own you
It's your paycheck I'll rob
She holds her keyboard high
Like a statue that can't cry
Her arms are tired, and her hours are long
When she types my brain screams out this song
Paper crouches on her desk
Like a dog-eared pile that begs for rest
Do you hope to make her quit then, fool?
Do you hope to make her go back to school?
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
I hire you
Hello
I fire my babe
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
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