I’m popeye the sailor man
I live in a caravan
I sit next to granny
And tickle her fanny
I’m popeye the sailor man.
Poetry and songs. Funny and serious.
I’m popeye the sailor man
I live in a caravan
I sit next to granny
And tickle her fanny
I’m popeye the sailor man.
I’m Robbie the principal man
I wear a fur coat
while I fuck on a goat
I’m Robbie the principal man – Baa Baa
I’m Popeye the sailor man
I live in a garbage can
I turned on the heater
And blew off my weiner
I’m popeye the sailor man!
Parody of “The Real Slim Shady” by Eminem
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May I have your attention please……
May I have your attention please…..
Will the real Saddam Hussein please stand up
I repeat, will the real Saddam Hussein please stand up
Where not gonna have a resolution here
You act like youve never seen a terrorist before
Start kicking his ass
First for the guns
Second spanking his ass over the furniture
Its the return of a regiem
No way
You kidding?
Did he say what I think he did
Did he?
And Bin Laden said?
Nothing you idiot,
Bin Laden’s dead
Bush blew his head off in the basement
Dont terrorist just love Saddam
Sa, sa, sa, sa, sa, Sadam Im sick of him
Look at himblowing up countries, wanking over Arafat and you know who
But his mostache is so cute though
Yeah I probably got a few bombs in my pants
But no worse than what goes on in Blairs bedroom
Sometimes when I go on tv I want to shoot one of my doubles
But I cant caus Id get found out
Bin Ladens on my lips, Bin Ladens on my lips
And maybe, I might blow him a lil kiss
And the message we deliver to Iraq
To go into restaurants and blow themselves up
Caus I Saddam Hussein yes Im the real Saddam Hussein
Yo you other 8 doubles are just imitating
So wont the real Saddam Hussein please stand up
Please stand up
Please stand up
Cause I’m Saddam Hussein yes I’m the real Saddam Hussein
Yo you other 8 doubles are just imitating
So wont the real Saddam Hussein please stand up
Please stand up
Please stand up.
Heh heh heh heh heh heh.
Woooooo.
Miestie.
Thanks, Aunt Nancy.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Who smoked it.
Hey, chemistry!
Go smoke a waffle!
You too, architectural drawing!
And some other subjects who wish to smoke chairs along with the combination pinball machines/waffles.
Love, peace, and bathtubs.
Parody of “Absolutely,” by Nine Days
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THIS IS A STORY BOUT A GRILL
HAD A GAS LEAK AND BURNT THE WHOLE WORLD
BUT WHILE LOOKED SO SAD THROUGH ALL THE SMOKE I ABSOLUTLY LOVE HIM
WHEN HE COOKS
HOW MANY DAYS OF THE YEAR DO YOU WAKE UP WITH HOPE BUT ONLY FINE THAT THE SMOKE HASN’T CLEARED
BUT EACH TIME HE SITS THERE WEARIN HOLES IN THE SOULS OF HIS WHEELS
NOW YOOUR CHARCOLE NEVER LAYS IN QUIT THE SAME WAY
ANDYOU NEVER SEEM TO RUN OUT OF RECIPES
I got pooop on my finger
I got poop poop on my finger
I got poop poop poop on my finger
I got poop poop poop poop on my finger
I got poop poop poop poop poop on my finger
I got pooop on my finger
I got poop poop on my finger
I got poop poop poop on my finger
I got poop poop poop poop on my finger
I got poop poop poop poop poop on my finger
What the hell! I got poop on my finger!
Midgets, midgets,
How are you?
Midgets, midgets,
I have to poo!
Shit! Shit!
I crapped my pants!
And now I’m doing
The retard dance!
Midgets, midgets,
you are shit,
And Holmes drinks the juice
That comes from zits!
Midgets, midgets,
You are gay,
I don’t wan’t you to fuck me
So stay away!
Parody of “Winter Wonderland”
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Dog tags ring, are you listening?
In the lane, snow is glistening.
It’s yellow, not white, I’ve been there tonight,
marking up my winter wonder land.
Smell that tree? That’s my fragrance.
It’s a sign for wondering vagrants.
Aviod where I pee, it’s my prop-er-ty!
Marking up my winter wonderland.
In the meadow Mom will build a snowman,
following the classical design.
Then I’ll left my leg and let it go, man,
so all the world will know that it’s mine-mine-mine!
Straight from me to the fence post,
flows my natural incense boast,
stay off my turf, this small piece of earth,
I marked it as my winter wonderland!
Parody of “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”
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Old Bin Laden went to hell
EIEIO
And in this hell there were amer-i-cans
EIEIO
So they beat him up and stuffed his head in a pot
There was some more but I forgot
Old Bin Laden went to hell
EIEIO
Laughing Out Loud!!!
THAT IS SO FUNNY!
B-R-B!!!
I’ll ‘Be Right Back’
Pooping out Brownies
They taste like Chicken
Oh My GOD!
beckylook at-her butt (try to make it sound 3 sylibal)
It is so big!
looks like a circle
Blow The Toad!
Dacky Does this
Love the Duck!
Blow does this!!!
(NOW SAY POOPEE SLOOPIE 7,801 TIMES AND THE SONG WILL BE OVER!)
I think I shall never see, a poem lovely as a shit.
A tree whose hungry tit is pressed against the Earth’s sweet hairy breast,
A tree that looks at Steve Fish all day and lifts her cute girls to pray.
A tree that may in summer wear, a nest of fingers in her glasses.
Upon whose scare snow has lain.
Who intimately lives with balls.
Teeth are made by fools like me, but only toes can make a toe.
Parody of “Yankee Doodle”
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Yankee Doodle went to Hell
Riding on a pony
Stuck a big dick up his ass
And called it macaroni
Yankee Doodle shot his load
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the mess and the step
And with the rag be handy
Sung to the Beverly Hillbillies theme song.
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BROUGHT TO YOU BY: SLEEP TRAIN MATRESS CENTER. (not really)
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Come on ‘n listen to my story ’bout a man named Wilson
A little scary baby, hardley had any friends
And then one day, he was chewin’ on some poo
And up through his butt popped a can of Mountain Dewwwwww.
Poo, that is, brown gold, smelly mud
Well, the first thing you know, old Wilson’s eyes glowed
Lil’ Sherwood said,”Wilson, Like I give a care!”
Said, Poo Plux Plan is the place you oughta be
So they cleaned out their butts and they moved to the Pluuuuux
Poo Plux, that is, gigglesticks’, ::Veronica:: ‘s
Well, now it’s time to say goodbye to Wilson and all his friends
They would like to spank you folks for humpin’ their hens
You’re all invited back again to their cool new Clan
Do I have ta remeind you, it’s tha Poo Plux Plaaaaan!?
Wilson’s Plan, that is, it isn’t ‘Ku-Ku’, it deals with a boo-boo.
Y’all Check it out, hear?
Davey, Davey, Dave
Dave Davey Dayve Day Da Day
Davey Day da Day
Day Day Day Da Davey
Dave Da Davey Dave, ::back round singers:: Davey Dave Davey
Davey Da Dave Da Dave Day ::back ups:: Da Dave Dave Day
Davey Dayve Day Da::back ups:: Da Day Day Day
Da Day Day Day
Davey Davey Dave Dave Davey Dave Day Da Day Dave Da Dave Da Daay ayy ayyyyy…. Smurf.