-> "One Week (Straining To Write Something For SOTM)"
Original Song Title:
"One Week"
Parody Song Title:
"One Week (Straining To Write Something For SOTM)"
The Lyrics
I've got one week for a par-o-dy
Some-thing to en-ter IN S-O-T-M-C
Five days for my own safety, 'cause I'm
Scared that the updates won't happen daily
Three days for some breathing room
I dipped in my comic vault but found a vacuum
Any-day an epiphany
But I will still be amazed if I get a story
Hold it now and let an Elf think
Know my ideas stink
They mostly be-long in garbage cans
I'm writing trash for the cash
Now I've emptied my hidden stash
But I keep writing 'cause I want you to say "You're the Man!"
I know you all think I make great rhymes
But only some-times
Do I come up with real value
YOU all keep dropping mad hits
Tal-ent-ed misfits
I wanna run but I can't catch you
Gonna try and cry and sigh, ask why
Until my freakin' brain I fry
Wan-na do "Thriller" but it's monster beat escapes me
Gotta hear the song, the pacing's wrong
It isn't strong, words don't belong
I want a record deal but no one wants to tape me
What if I wrote about the crazy month at work I've had?
Can't be to "Be Our Guest," Cat'll be mad
I'm the kind of girl who thrives when the pressure's on
But now I can't write a thing and the month's gone
I have a tendency to write about guys for reprieve
So now my history's filled up with all those jerks
Less than one week for this par-o-dy
Face the screen and I stare; I'm going crazy
Five days since it shackled me
And this writer's block is GON-na kill me
I just fell down in the living room
My clumsy song quota's filled; it'd only spell doom
What a way for to humble me
'Cause I just realized to-day that I'm not so great, see
Tickety timer, the clock is tickin'
Don't wanna write songs 'bout my guy's toe lickin'
Lotsa ideas but no bright ones
Vin Diesel's hot buns
Who cares about my class re-un-ion?
The month is all passed, I'm getting frantic
No splitting pant trick
Is gonna fly; I won't be satisfied
I've done enough about the Elf films
Though they are great films
That Aragorn'll never be my guy
Gotta write a set of better lines
Gotta write the kind that blow your mind
Just so my songs will always leave the public laugh-ing
Gotta get my hand on something grand
No nothing bland, I wanna STAND-ing o-va-tion
Now is that such a bad thing?
I never wanted to think up some funny stuff so bad
It's too late to be-rate Angie or Brad
And the kind of guy I want at my beck and call
It's all been done before now; choices are small
I have a tendency to sing about how great I am
I have a history of be-ing a flirt
It's been one week since I started this
I should give up the fight, but I am still pissed
Five days that all came and flew and yet
I've still got no en-TREE; what am I gonna do?
Be-long in a rubber room
I read through my train of thought; hey what did I do?
What the hey--I'll submit to see
If there is more than one way to write a par-o-dy
Is there more than one way to write a par-o-dy?
Is there more than one way to write a par-o-dy?
Broke my cran-i-um, but at least I'm free
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