Category Archives: Poetry and Songs

Poetry and songs. Funny and serious.

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

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