A.M.T.

Parody of the song “AC/DC – T.N.T.”

Math!
Math!
Math!
Math!
Math!
Math!
Math!
Math!

See me sit in the desk at school

From your white board at the front of the class
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
A girl to the left of me
And a guy to the right
Ain’t got no pencil
Ain’t got no eraser
Don’t you start no test

Cause I’m in AMT It’s algebra!
AMT! and I’ll fail that test!

AMT! I’ve done this before!
AMT!  I’m doing it againnnnnnn!

I’m bored, mean and not listening
I want to leave
I don’t like the teacher
Understand?
So lock up your pencils
Lock up your erasers
Lock up your pencil box
And run for the door
The man is in the back of the room
To the left, in the second row against the wall

Cause I’m in AMT It’s algebra!

AMT! and I’ll fail that test!

AMT! I’ve done this before!

AMT!  I’m doing it againnnnnnn!

AMT! Math! Math! Math!

AMT! Math! Math! Math!

AMT! Math! Math! Math!

AMT! Math! Math! Math!

AMT! Math! Math! Math!

AMT! Math!

It’s algebra! (Math! Math!)

AMT! Math!

And I’ll fail that test! (Math! Math!)

AMT! Math!

I’ve done this before! (Math! Math!)

AMT!

I’m doing it againnnnnnn!!!

 

I Have to Go to Work at 1

Parody of A*Teens – Dancing Queen.

You can EAT, the SALADDD, I don’t care what you do with your hair
See that girl, she’s a ho, I work at one today

Friday night and I get to work
Looking out for number 1 (me)
Where they hand out prescriptions, and astroglide
You come into look for sales
Anybody could have those items
But you come in to see me, not really
With a bit of 90s music, everything is ok
Not in the mood for a dance
And when you go home…

I’m still working, I started at one, only eighteen
I work at one, feel the beat of the cash register
I can’t dance, I can’t bike or swim, its safe to say my life sucks
See that girl, there’s no way I’ll tap that ass

I’m a teaser, I make them mad
When the price isn’t the same as the one they saw
Looking for another, anyone will go
They’re in the mood to be a bastard
When they don’t get the price they want

I’m still working, I started at one, only eighteen
I work at one, feel the beat of the cash register
I can’t dance, I can’t bike or swim, its safe to say my life sucks
See that girl, there’s no way I’ll tap that ass

(fade)

 

The Chubbles Rap

This is supposed to be sung by a character named Mr. Chubby Chubbles.

Yo, I’m the chubbles,
I don’t like bubbles in the bathtub
Because I ain’t a playa
A fake-a
A guy that rolls around in the mud

Chubbles in my name
And eating is my game
I eat eat eat eat
Off my feet feet feet

If I have to.
If I have to.

But I usually eat it in the toilet
The toilet
The toilet
And I usually foil-it

And put it in the oven
And cook it
And eat it

Whee!

 

Fart is an Art

FART!
its an art
oh boy oh boy
look at that!

its a fart!

::heavy bass and guitar solo here::

yyyyyyyyeaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

::head bash now::

::somebody jumps into a crowd::

FART! FART!! SMELLS LIKE A PART!

ITS A FART!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH BOY!

BAAAAAAAAAAM!

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

::a guy with a violin comes and shoots himself in the head::

blllllllllahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::music stops, crowd hushes::

::everybody farts::

yeeeeeeeehaw!!!!

heeeeeeeehaw!

 

Gotta

(Chorus of annoying little kids are in italics)

I Gotta –
Gotta what?
I Gotta –
Gotta what?

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
(long and heavy guitar solo)
(whispering repeatedly as the solo goes on) Gotta poo Gotta poo Gotta poo Gotta poooo

Here we go!
Splash!
Here’s another one!
Ba-doop!
Here we go here we go go go go gooo!
Sploosh splash splash splooosh!

(the guitar makes farting noises instead of notes now)

Poop! Gotta gotta –
Poop!
Gotta Gotta –
Poop!
Stupid Kids!
(the kids start crying)

blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah!!!!