Song Parodies-Take 2

[PonyUP]

This is for Dom,

"My Home Chicago"
Come on, you know I just can't go
Come on, you know I just can't go
See that city line, your home's not Chicago

Well
Zip is 60636, if your not in it you can suck my d**k

Hydie Hey, you know I just can't go
I'm in the limits, but your home's not Chicago

6 and 3 is 9, 9 and 9 is 18
I'm not the fastest Marauder that you've ever seen

Come on, you know you just can't go
I'm in the 6 to the 6, and your home's not Chicago

Cheers, Dom just had to get this thread going again :beer:

[guspech750]

:lol:good one Brad

[PonyUP]

:lol:good one Brad

Thanks Joe, I'll get on going for you soon too

[CBT]

Thanks Joe, I'll get on going for you soon too
He commisioned me to make one about you, lol!

[PonyUP]

For Joe

Your Car Doesn’t Run (Sung to REO Speedwagon “Take it on the Run”)
Heard it from a Friend who
Heard it from a Friend who
Heard from another that your car don’t get around
They say you got a boyfriend
You’re out late every weekend
They’re talking about you and that time you went down
But I know the that it all is good
And we all know there’s nothing under the hood
And the tails grow taller on down the line
But I’m telling you Joe, that your DTR really blows
But once you do some mod’s, then it might be fine
Chorus
Your car doesn’t run Joe,
From the line it had no go
And it barely gets you around
I know you don’t believe it
But it hasn’t got any zip in it
You’re under the gun
And your car doesn’t run

You’re thinking up some white lies
Just to talk smack with the guys
You say you’re going home, I guess it will be hours then
But I can see it coming, you turn the key and it ain’t running
Best call Bob to get a ride once again
Chorus
Your car doesn’t run Joe,
From the line it had no go
And it barely gets you around
I know you don’t believe it
But it hasn’t got any zip in it
You’re under the gun
And your car doesn’t run

Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another that your car doesn’t run

[PonyUP]

He commisioned me to make one about you, lol!

No fair, if he wants to get me, he has to do it himself. Oh and thats what I said

[guspech750]

For Joe

Your Car Doesn’t Run (Sung to REO Speedwagon “Take it on the Run”)
Heard it from a Friend who
Heard it from a Friend who
Heard from another that your car don’t get around
They say you got a boyfriend
You’re out late every weekend
They’re talking about you and that time you went down
But I know the that it all is good
And we all know there’s nothing under the hood
And the tails grow taller on down the line
But I’m telling you Joe, that your DTR really blows
But once you do some mod’s, then it might be fine
Chorus
Your car doesn’t run Joe,
From the line it had no go
And it barely gets you around
I know you don’t believe it
But it hasn’t got any zip in it
You’re under the gun
And your car doesn’t run

You’re thinking up some white lies
Just to talk smack with the guys
You say you’re going home, I guess it will be hours then
But I can see it coming, you turn the key and it ain’t running
Best call Bob to get a ride once again
Chorus
Your car doesn’t run Joe,
From the line it had no go
And it barely gets you around
I know you don’t believe it
But it hasn’t got any zip in it
You’re under the gun
And your car doesn’t run

Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another that your car doesn’t run



Thats frigin awesome Brad!!!

[CBT]

To the tune of 'I Ran' by Flock of Seagulls

I saw you at the male revue.
I never thought I'd meet a guy like you;
Meat a guy like you.
With Red Marauder and beefy thighs;
The kind of thighs that hypnotize me through;
Hypnotize me through.

And I’m Brad, it hurts to be this gay.
I’m just Brad, the ATL is where I stay.
I don’t like girls that way.

Basket appears above your head;
I lower the lotion down to you,
Send it down to you.
The night is quiet and still.
I see Uranus come in to view;
Uranus comes in to view.

And I’m Brad, I puts the hose awayz.
I’m just Brad, I love to love the gayz.
How much do I have to pay?

Reached around to touch your happy place;
You play like you don’t know what to do;
Don’t know what to do.
Reached out a hand to try again;
I'm in a tug of war with you;
Ski'ing down the slopes with you.

And I’m Brad, for your time I will pay.
I’m just Brad, hide the weenie’s what I play.
And I’m Brad, I’m kind of a good lay.
I’m just Brad, is a credit card okay?

[guspech750]

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahaha

[Motorhead350]

I love these! Brad, you should do something like this for late night shows.

[PonyUP]

:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::laugh ::laugh:

Holy Crapples Casey, I laughed so hard I farted.



To the tune of 'I Ran' by Flock of Seagulls

I saw you at the male revue.
I never thought I'd meet a guy like you;
Meat a guy like you.
With Red Marauder and beefy thighs;
The kind of thighs that hypnotize me through;
Hypnotize me through.

And I’m Brad, it hurts to be this gay.
I’m just Brad, the ATL is where I stay.
I don’t like girls that way.

Basket appears above your head;
I lower the lotion down to you,
Send it down to you.
The night is quiet and still.
I see Uranus come in to view;
Uranus comes in to view.

And I’m Brad, I puts the hose awayz.
I’m just Brad, I love to love the gayz.
How much do I have to pay?

Reached around to touch your happy place;
You play like you don’t know what to do;
Don’t know what to do.
Reached out a hand to try again;
I'm in a tug of war with you;
Ski'ing down the slopes with you.

And I’m Brad, for your time I will pay.
I’m just Brad, hide the weenie’s what I play.
And I’m Brad, I’m kind of a good lay.
I’m just Brad, is a credit card okay?

[PonyUP]

I love these! Brad, you should do something like this for late night shows.

Now I got to work on one for Casey and another for Bob, coming soon, though these shall require some deeper thought

[PonyUP]

Alright Casey, it's your turn

Here He Goes Again (Sung to Whitesnake’s “Here I go again”)
I don’t know where he’s going, don’t know where that finger’s been
He gave me promises, he would have kissed me yesterday
But I made up my mind, I’m taking a laxative next time
Here I go again, here I go again
Though he seems to be digging for an answer,
I hope he doesn’t find what he’s looking for
Oh Lord I pray, I’d just like this to go on
Cause I know what this means,
I found the proctologist of my dreams

Here he goes again in my bum
Digging for gold til the break of dawn
Like a prober he was born to dig for fun
And I’ve made up my mind
We’ll use the jelly the next time

I’m just another arse in need of rescue
Waiting on the doctor to go ring deep
And I’m gonna hold on so this goes on for days
Cause I know what this means
I gotta break up with the king of bling

And Here he goes again, I don’t feel a thing
And when I bust a grumpy I found his ring
I’m outta the closest, it’s so freeing
I wish he just woulda poked me in the head
Ooh and guess what..That’s what she said

But here he goes again, here he goes again

Cause I know what this means
It has to be love cause it’s not a dream

Here he goes again, diggin deep
I grabbed on tight as I began to weep
Like satancat he plays for keeps
Here he goes again he’s knuckle deep
　

[guspech750]

Parody of "Darling Nikki" by Prince


I knew a boy named Bradley
I guess u could say he was a sex fiend
I met him in a hotel lobby
Masturbating in Kentucky
He said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Bradley grind

He took me to Bobs Marauder
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
Brad had a picture of a DTR
If money was no object a DTR he could buy
He said dont Bob Im living a Lie
I want a DTR
But money is hard to find

Bradley

The Bradley started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what he did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Brads lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, he'll show u no mercy
But Brad sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind

Darling Bradley

Woke up the next morning
Bradley wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was Brads dirty underwear
Bradley said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 cry!!

Oh, Bradley, ohhhh

Dont come back Bradley, dont come back
Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind

{backwards at the end...}
"Hello, how r u? I'm bleeding
'cause I know that the Bradley is coming soon

[CBT]

You guys are disgusting, lol.

[a_d_a_m]

This thread rules, IBTL, 'nuff said...

[PonyUP]

Parody of "Darling Nikki" by Prince


I knew a boy named Bradley
I guess u could say he was a sex fiend
I met him in a hotel lobby
Masturbating in Kentucky
He said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Bradley grind

He took me to Bobs Marauder
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
Brad had a picture of a DTR
If money was no object a DTR he could buy
He said dont Bob Im living a Lie
I want a DTR
But money is hard to find

Bradley

The Bradley started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what he did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Brads lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, he'll show u no mercy
But Brad sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind

Darling Bradley

Woke up the next morning
Bradley wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was Brads dirty underwear
Bradley said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 cry!!

Oh, Bradley, ohhhh

Dont come back Bradley, dont come back
Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind

{backwards at the end...}
"Hello, how r u? I'm bleeding
'cause I know that the Bradley is coming soon

:lol::lol:

Man that's a double whammy as you not only incorporated me, but salmmed it with Prince. Good one Joe, welcome to the club

[CBT]

WINDY CITY
Sung to the tune of
~In The City~ Joe Walsh

Finish line on the horizon,
At Da Grove I trip the lights.
I know my Marauder is the fastest,
Damn, Justbob passed me by.
Bob’s from Wheaton not Windy City,
If I lose I’m gonna cryyyyyyyy.

Lowbuck’s not from Windy City,
Tbone either, for Christ’s sake.
Ones from Rockford running Nitrous,
The other’s N/A from Crystal Laaaaaaake.
Windy city, oh, oh.
Windy city.

I was born here in the city,
Black Marauder, running rich.
Losing blows, that trophy’s pretty,
12.5, ain’t that a biiiiitch.

Lake Shore Drive on my horizon
I lose a race to a Saturn Skyyyyyy.
I need a re-tune to reclaim my throne,
But Zack won’t answer his damn phone.
Windy City, oh, oh.
Windy City.

[Egon Spengler]

You guys are nuts! hahaha

In before the sore loser and sore tuckus lock!

[Motorhead350]

Zack picks up, you just have to know the mans schedule.

[guspech750]

:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl:

Oh this is one hell of a thread!!!

Come on music boy (Dom). Your turn to make a parody!!!:banana:

[Motorhead350]

:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl:

Oh this is one hell of a thread!!!

Come on music boy (Dom). Your turn to make a parody!!!:banana:

I have to have a really bad day or barely be awake to write lyrics. Or good lyrics for that matter.

Today has been busy. I'll shoot for something later. ;)

[PonyUP]

I say we all collaborate on one for Bob so that it can be epic. We can incorporate Disco, Roller Skating, Sausage Beeef Combo's and yes she did say that. Stank from the ass, and just about anything else.

[secretservice]

This reminds me of the "Literal Meaning Of Songs" Series on Youtube...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNoi_wwzbtQ&feature=fvst
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7aGFrVSTAY

I was like "What???" Then I was like "Oh." And then I LOL'd 'til beer squirted out my nose.

[justbob]

I say we all collaborate on one for Bob so that it can be epic. We can incorporate Disco, Roller Skating, Sausage Beeef Combo's and yes she did say that. Stank from the ass, and just about anything else.
Bring it! LOL Some good material here! Just hope Joe Walsh doesn't decide to visit or this will be locked! LOL

[CBT]

This reminds me of the "Literal Meaning Of Songs" Series on Youtube...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNoi_wwzbtQ&feature=fvst
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7aGFrVSTAY

I was like "What???" Then I was like "Oh." And then I LOL'd 'til beer squirted out my nose.

You jerk! These were hysterical!! Now I have to waste hours of my life watching more like them this weekend when I'm lit up, lol!

[CBT]

lolz at "Lightning guitar fight" part!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DK4GkQ_DhIk&feature=related

[PonyUP]

This reminds me of the "Literal Meaning Of Songs" Series on Youtube...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNoi_wwzbtQ&feature=fvst
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7aGFrVSTAY

I was like "What???" Then I was like "Oh." And then I LOL'd 'til beer squirted out my nose.


Holy Bungholes, those are full of win

[secretservice]

You jerk! These were hysterical!! Now I have to waste hours of my life watching more like them this weekend when I'm lit up, lol!

Glad to help you waste your time! :D

[PonyUP]

A Little Diddy for Bob (We'll do better when I have more time this weekend)
Come Fail Away (set to "Come Sail Away" by Styx)

I'm failing away, set an open course for a Windy City Meet
I've got to be me, free to float air biscuits as I please
Casey , I'm the captain, and you’re my whore
We'll search for tomorrow in every hole
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on

I look to Casey, reflections in his eyes I seek
Some happy, some sad
I think of oily young men and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that touch of Joe
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

A gathering of Italian beef in my head
They made my bowels lose hope, and this is what they said
They said come fail away, come fail away
Come fail away with me
Come fail away, come fail away
Come fail away with me

I thought I loved these two men, but to my surprise
Casey and Joe rode the *****y DTR to the skies
Singing come fail away, come fail away
Come fail away with me
Come fail away, come fail away
Come fail away with me

[guspech750]

Parody of the song Eugene by Cray Joe And The Variable Speed Band



Uh, My Name Is Casey
I'm A Cool Dude In A Loose Mood

Hey, What's Happenin', Huh?
Hey, Two Ginger Ales For My Girls

Move Over Bob, Im hung like a flea
I've Got Plans And Ill Be On My Knees
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight, Tonight

Who Is This Guy?
Uh, Ah, Casey

Hey, I Don't Know If You Care
But The Doctor Said, Ya Know
I'm Ain't Gonna Make It Much Longer
Let me stick my finger up there!!!
You Know What I Mean? Ha Ha, Ya Know

Move Over Bob, I Got a Better Marauder than you
I've Got Plans And They Don't Include You
Im going to the Manhole
To play with poo

Hey, What Did You Say Your Name Was?
Uh, Ah, Casey

Casey Casey
(mumbles)
(hey Man Why Don't You)
(get Off My Case)

Uh, I Know You Want To Party Tonight
I Got An Idea
Whadda You Say We Go Down To Brads And Get Nude

Move Over Joe, Im Making You My B**ch
So Grab Your Ankles And Take All My D**k
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight, Tonight

Who Does This Guy Think He Is?

Uh, Ah, Casey

Let's Get Outta Here!
I Can't Believe It!

Uh, Ah, I Stick My Hands In Fans For Fun
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Whadda Say, Come On, Give Me A Break Man
Like Me And You And Your Girlfriend
We Could, You Know What I Mean, We Could
(slap)
Awww, Man, Whadda You Have To Go And To That For?!

[PonyUP]

Casey and Joeman (To Jack and Diane)
Little Diddy, about Casey and Joeman
2 American men just holding hands
Casey wants to be a Nascar star
Joeman’s Casey’s ride in the back of his car

Sucking on a hot dog, and you know what I mean
Joe’s sitting on Casey’s lap once his man’s been pleased
Casey say” Hey Joe, let’s run off behind your DTR”
Dribble off those Calvin Kleins or I can’t get very far
Say ah

Oh Yeah, Life goes on,
Long after the thrill of manlove is gone
Oh Yeah, Life goes on
Long after the thrill of Casey is done, we rock on

Casey sits back and reflects on his lust for a moment
Rubs his goatee, thinking he’s hot like James Dean
Well you know Joe, we oughta hang in the city
Joe says the only hanging I want is the one that I please
Joe say

Oh Yeah, Life goes on,
Long after the thrill of manlove is gone
Oh Yeah, Life goes on
Long after the thrill of Casey is done, we rock on

Gonna Let it suck,
Let it take it’s toll
Let Casey swallow my L**d
Hold on to the pillow, as long as I can
Sing it to the world, cause Joe loves a man

Little Diddy
About Casey and Joeman
2 American Lovers, they do it in the can

[guspech750]

That's so funny Brad. Good one bro.

[justbob]

You guys are gross.

[CBT]

You guys are gross.

Seriously. This was supposed to be about making fun of each others cars. I'd complain more, but I need to finish my draft of a song about Joe titled 'Welcome To The Bunghole'.

[dakslim]

Seriously. This was supposed to be about making fun of each others cars. I'd complain more, but I need to finish my draft of a song about Joe titled 'Welcome To The Bunghole'.

Um, who's bunghole, Casey????:confused:

[PonyUP]

Seriously. This was supposed to be about making fun of each others cars. I'd complain more, but I need to finish my draft of a song about Joe titled 'Welcome To The Bunghole'.

Well he certainly spends enough time on his knees

[PonyUP]

Glory Holes (Sung to "Glory Days" in the style of Bruce Springsteen

I have friend, drives a big ass Marauder
He has a sound thats kinda cool
He parks under a canopy, blinging right by ya
Makes Joe's DTR kinda drool

Saw him the other night, at this little rib joint
He was throwing down, while I was throwing up
We went back inside, sat down, saw Casey come out the John
and all he was singing about

Was Glory Holes
Well I'll unzip my fly
Glory Holes
The King of Bling is walking by
Glory Holes, Glory Holes

There's a birch that drives up the block
At the shows that birch was turning heads
Sometimes on a Friday, the King will drive by
with exhaust that can wake the dead boy

Him and his chariot, I met them down south
I guess it's two years gone by now
He's talking trophies, that look little league
But then Casey in the rear just singing bout

Glory Holes
Well I'll unzip my fly
Glory Holes
I'll aim away from the eyes
Glory Holes, Glory Holes

Now The King is going down to the track tonight
He's gonna race until he get's his fill
There's a bowling trophy with his name at the top
Well there is if his name is Phil
Going to shows, just trying to recapture
A little of the glory of
Well time slips away, when you head into the john
and leaves you with nothin but stories of

Glory Holes
I'll have the cream of some young guy
Glory Holes
pass those rest areas by
Glory Holes, Glory Holes

Oh Yeah
Bring it Home
Oh Yeah
Alright now

[CBT]

^^^LMAO !!! ^^^

Okay, okay, that was most excellent. I may have to actually think when I write the next one. :beer:

[PonyUP]

^^^LMAO !!! ^^^

Okay, okay, that was most excellent. I may have to actually think when I write the next one. :beer:

the only question is, should we veer back to slamming each others cars (Joe will always lose here)

[CBT]

the only question is, should we veer back to slamming each others cars (Joe will always lose here)


All's fair in love and war. :D

[PonyUP]

So man love parodies it is :beer:

[guspech750]

That is it! you guys are going down!!!!

[PonyUP]

My Car is Nothin to Believe In (Sung to Poison’s something to believe in)
Well I, see him in the rearview
Just trying to keep up
He tells me he got a cold air
But his car runs like a pup
Some say his car is a good car
But buying a DTR is a sin
It’s been like 2 years of missing gears
305 is all the horse he’ll get
He says that some day he’ll have boost
But someday hasn’t happened yet
They oughta put a bullet in that slow ass car
Or put a boot on the wheel and don’t look back
He can’t spin the tires from a rolling start
And he can’t get under 15 at the track
He cries forgive me that I bought this car
I didn’t know a DTR was so slow

My car is nothing to believe in
Mercury God above
My car is nothing to believe in
Oh Lord arise

My best friend is a lonely man
In a Virginia road side restroom
I first felt his love last Christmas Eve
When in the stall I tapped my shoes

I tried all night not to breakdown and cry
As Casey kept up a steady pace
I only wish I couldn’t remember
The satisfied look on his face
And the mirror mirror in the DTR
Will never see my smiling face again

My car is nothing to believe in
Mercury God above
My car is nothing to believe in
Merc please arise

Sometimes I wish to God I never got on my knees
And please him way back when
I drive by the other Marauders on a cold dark road
Like Trophies in a stylish show room
My DTR isn’t in the club
Cause it ain’t got no vroom vroom
A mile away are the blacks and blues
And I see how they’re living it up
While my car slowly trails behind
I push the medal but there’s no luck

[PonyUP]

that is it! You guys are going down!!!!

thats what she said!!!!!!!

[CBT]

Hey what ever happened to the first song parody thread?

[guspech750]

Caseys lying in Brads bed,and hears his tounge lick,
and think of poo
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--April nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of use rubbers,
time after--

sometimes Brad picture me--(Casey)
I'm walking too fast ahead
I see a DTR, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
Hey I think thats Joe--
Brads pants unwinds

chorus:
if Caseys lost and Brads bored--and you will find them
drinking lots of wine
if Brad falls Casey will catch him--They'll be waiting
time after time

after the wine fades and darkness has
turned to gay
watching heterosexuals--while wondering
if we're OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
Caseys hips beats out of time--

chorus:
Brad if you're lost...

you said go slow--
I fall behind
Caseys pants unwinds--

chorus:
Casey if you're lost...
...Brad is mine
time after time
Casey is mine
time after time

:beer:

[guspech750]

Hey what ever happened to the first song parody thread?
Yeah. Where is it?

[PonyUP]

http://www.mercurymarauder.net/forums/showthread.php?t=64089&highlight=song

Here you go, it's under PonyUP-Lyrical Genius started by Speng's

[CBT]

Caseys lying in Brads bed,and hears his tounge lick,
and think of poo
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--April nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of use rubbers,
time after--

sometimes Brad picture me--(Casey)
I'm walking too fast ahead
I see a DTR, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
Hey I think thats Joe--
Brads pants unwinds

chorus:
if Caseys lost and Brads bored--and you will find them
drinking lots of wine
if Brad falls Casey will catch him--They'll be waiting
time after time

after the wine fades and darkness has
turned to gay
watching heterosexuals--while wondering
if we're OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
Caseys hips beats out of time--

chorus:
Brad if you're lost...

you said go slow--
I fall behind
Caseys pants unwinds--

chorus:
Casey if you're lost...
...Brad is mine
time after time
Casey is mine
time after time

:beer:
Muhahahahaaaaaa!!! Joe just bumped it up a notch, dammit!

[PonyUP]

Time for Welcome to the Bunghole

[PonyUP]

Welcome to the Bunghole-For Joe

Welcome to my bunghole
Did you bring fun and games?
My butt has got everything you want
And I don’t need no names
I am the man that can find
The path to all your glee
If you got the money Casey
My butt is your disease
In my Bunghole, welcome to my bunghole
Love to get on my knees. Knees
Here, give this a squeeze

Welcome to the Bunghole
I don’t wipe it everyday
It smells like old wet sneakers
But here I’ll show you the way
And here’s a little KY
To get you in the mood
Take some syrup or jelly
Or any kind of food

In my Bunghole, Welcome to my Bunghole
Feel my, my brown eye dream
Woooh, let me hear you scream

Welcome to my Bunghole
I get men here everyday
I thump it like an animal
I like the shocker in everyway
Bop me like bologna
You’ll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
My bunghole aims to please

In my Bunghole
Welcome to my bunghole
Can a get a tornado please? Please?
Here’s a hint get on your knees

When you love Joe
You always have to go down, down, down, down, down

You know where you are?
Your in my bunghole Casey
You shouldn’t ask why
In my Bunghole, Welcome to my Bunghole
See my brown eyes dream

Your going down.

[guspech750]

The DTR is coming, Black and Blues are'nt real,
Brad and Casey never know just how Joe feel's
From out of the shadow's DTRs are a dream
Make them feel crazy, makes them feel so mean.


Black, Blue and Silver are always far behind.
Slip through the darkside and cross the finish line.


On the DTRside, oh yeah..
On the DTRside, oh yeah..


DTR is coming, now it so real,
We'll never know just how Joe feels
From out of the shadow's DTR's drive like a dream
Makes Brad and Casey crazy, make them feel so mean.


Nothing's gonna save ya from the love that's blind.
Slip into the DTR and cross the finish line.


On the DTRside, oh yeah...
On the DTRside, oh yeah...


(sax solo)


Nothing's gonna save ya from the love that's blind.
Slip into the DTR and cross the finish line.


On the DTRside, oh yeah...
On the DTRside, oh yeah...


On the DTRside, oh yeah...
On the DTRside, oh yeah..

[PonyUP]

Nice, John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band (Yup she did say that) good one Joe except DTR's don't cross finish lines, they usually breakdown during the burnout :lol:

:beer:

[CBT]

I'm laughing so hard at these I can't finish mine, lol!

[guspech750]

Thats awesome Brad!!!!http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-sex011.gif:beer:

[PonyUP]

This thread is pure win. We get enough songs between the two threads, we can make a greatist hit thread, of course then the band will ahve to break up :lol:

[guspech750]

We can call the band "Brad and the Bungholes"

[CBT]

We can call the band "Brad and the Bungholes"
And the followers can be Bungalo's.

[PonyUP]

Awesome, I'm not a Bunghole :banana2:

[guspech750]

I feel so unsure as I take Brads hand and lead you to my hotel floor.
As the music dies theres sperm in Casey's eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen and you're its sad goodbye.
Brads never gonna lap dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to go nude
I know Casey's in the pool.
I should have known better should not have kissed him

And waste a chance that I've been given.
Bradcould have ***** Casey in the pool again
the way I made love with you.
Time can never mend the careless whispers in Brads head.
To the heart and mind ignorance is kind.
There's no comfort being clothed
pain is all you'll find.
We're never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
. . .
Never without your love.
Tonight their screams are so loud
I wish that we could do this with a cow.
Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the big toys we want to play.
We could have been so good together

We could have dance nude forever

But now who's gonna dance with me? - Please stay.
And Brads never gonna lap dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
. . .
No dance
no dance
no dance
Caseys gone - no dance
Caseys gone.
This matter is so wrong
so wrong
that Casey had To leave Brad alone.

[CBT]

Lost In Your Thighs

(sung to Debbie Gibsons 'Lost In Your Eyes')

I get lost, in your thighs,
And I feel my man parts rise.
And you rip ass, like the wind,
Is it love? Am I in?
I get weak in the pants,
Isn't this what's called guy-mance?
And now I know, Ponyup’s a ho,
My car is slow, but I can’t let it go.
I don’t mind, I drive a DTR,
I did six dudes behind a bar.
It's like being lost in heaven,
When I am lost, in your thighs.
Pants just fell, don’t know why,
Morning wood, we can't deny.
And when I first blew,
Was when I first fart-box wrestled with you.
And now Justbob’s on his way,
If salivation is extra, I will pay.
Oh, I’m so big and round,
When I am lost, in your thighs.
Here’s my DTR, just pick a door,
You can shove my head down to the floor.
It's like being on the menu at a sausage fest,
When your face is lost, in my thighs.
I got freaked. Where’s my pants?
Isn’t this what's called guy-mance?
Oh, I'll make some gorilla sounds,
When I am lost, in your thighs.

[justbob]

You guys are nasty. Sickos...

[guspech750]

Thats funny!! I had to listen to the real song and read your version with it to get the feeling of thighs and guy-mance.

This is the best thread ever.

[guspech750]

It's close to midnight and we're leaving for Kentucky in the dark
Under the moonlight, you see a guy that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but he takes your pants off before you make it
You start to freeze as this guy looks you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is Casey, Casey's night
And no one's gonna save you from his meat beast about strike
You know it's Casey's, Casey's night
You're fighting for your life inside his trailer, Casey tonight

You hear the door slam and realize your bleeding with nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and reach arounds you as he trys to make you c%m
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination, girl!
But all the while you hear Caseys creature creeping up in your behind
You're out of time

'Cause this is Casey, Casey's night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with 18 inches, girl
Casey, Casey's night
You're fighting for your life inside his trailer, Casey tonight

Casey's man meat is calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping the claws of Casey this time
(Ouch my butt is open wide)
This is the end of your life

He's out to get you, there's dildos and KY on every side
He will possess you unless you change that number on your cell
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen
He'll make you bleed

That this is Casey, Casey's night
'Cause Casey can thrill you more than any guy would ever dare try
Casey, Casey's night
So let him hold you tight and share a
Killer, dildo, chiller, wierdo here tonight

'Cause this is Casey, Casey's night
Oh, he can thrill you more than any guy would ever dare try
Casey, Casey's night
So let him hold you tight and share a KY, ow!

[PonyUP]

Nice! Wonderful morning wakeup call. I shall add more tonight :D

[CBT]

Muhahahahaaaa! Sorry justbob, guspech750, TJ, DOOM, Ponyup.

Sung to the tune of I Don’t Want To Miss a Thing
~Aerosmith~

You Don't Want To Kiss His Thing

Bob was stalking Joe, he got scared, was screaming.
He was in the men’s room peeping,
No one knew he was toe-tap creeping.
He threw Joe’s drugged ass into his sweet Marauder.
He could stay lost in this moment forever,
Where every homomoment spent is a moment that he’ll treasure.

You don't wanna close your eyes, you don't wanna fall asleep,
'Cause he’ll get you baby and you don't wanna kiss his thing.
'Cause even when you dream of tool, the nastiest dream would never do,
Spiked your drink baby, gonna make you touch his thing.

Spooning next to you, feeling your heart beating.
Semi-consciously, you wonder if you're dreaming,
Wondering if it's you he’s reaming.
Then you open your eyes OMG it’s DOOM in leather,
They just wanna stay with you in this moment forever, forever and ever.

You don’t want to close your eyes, you don't wanna fall asleep,
'Cause he’ll hit it baby, make you call him the King of Bling.
'Cause even when you dream of dudes, the gayest dream would never do,
He roofied you baby, and you’re not gonna remember a thing.

TJ wants to play bellysticks, he don't wanna miss one kiss,
He just wanna be with you, right here in you, just like this.
He just want to hold you close, wrist deep in your behind,
And just stay here in this moment for all the rest of tiiiiiiiiime.

Okay NOW you wanna close your eyes, lotion in the basket stings,
He’s almost done with you baby, wait, Redbull just gave him wings!
Just when you thought he’s doooone, the pain is what he brings,
Poyup’s next in line, wearing one of those ball gag things.

Now you get to claim your prize, bottom shelf toys are cheap,
He says get the **** out noob, and you’d better not say a peep.
'Cause even if you tell a soul, no one will believe a thing,
Justbob’s crazy baby, he just pwned your cinnamon ring.

You don’t wanna close your eeeeeeyyyyes, gonna get shagged like a sheep,
Yeah, trust me Joe, you don't wanna kiss his thiiiing.

[Egon Spengler]

TJ wants to play bellysticks, he don't wanna miss one kiss,
He just wanna be with you, right here in you, just like this.
He just want to hold you close, wrist deep in your behind,
And just stay here in this moment for all the rest of tiiiiiiiiime.

How did I get dragged into this?!?! haha I guess I have to come up with one. May take me a while

[CBT]

May take me a while
That's what I said!

[PonyUP]

:rofl::rofl::laugh::laugh::lau gh::laugh:

Oh my God "Red bull just gave him wings" I think I just broke a rib laughing so hard

[PonyUP]

Sucked Me all Night Long (To AC/DC Shook me all night long)

He had no fast machine
The motor ain’t mean
But he was the best piece of ass, I have ever seen
He had the goatee and eyes
As I entered he cried
Knocking me out with those creamy man thighs
Taking his ass so bare
I rammed it in their
He told me to c*m
So I asked him where

Cause the car starts shaking
And his thighs start quacking
My mind was aching
Just hoping he wasn’t faking

As
Joe, sucked me all night long
Yeah Joe,
Sucked me all night long

Pumping double time
Right up to the red line
He was one of a kind
And he was mine all mine
Please hold the applause
I’ll tell you why because
Another bullets in the chamber
You’re in school here’s the course
Step 1 on your knees
Step 2 I aim to please
If you swallow it’s an A, so don’t walk away

Cause the car is shaking
I’m yours for the taking
Im in the oven now I’m baking
And the earth is a quaking

When Joe, sucked me all night long
You had my thighs aching
When Joe, Sucked me all night long
Yeah yeah, Joe, sucked me all night long
Yeah, you really sucked me
Yeah you sucked me
All Night Long

[CBT]

Brutal !!!

[guspech750]

:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl:

[guspech750]

I'll be back!!:rofl:

[PonyUP]

I take it in the back!!:rofl:

Fixed it for ya

[guspech750]

Brads inside me!!:rofl:


Fixed it for ya
There. I refixed it!!:D

[guspech750]

In the dark, Brad likes to read his mind
But Brads frightened of the things he might find
Oh, there must be something Brads thinking of
To tear Casey away
When Brad tells Casey that he's falling in love
Why does he say
Hush hush pull your pants down our voices carry
Hush hush its pupmed with blood now his balls are hairy
Casey trys so hard not to c%m yet
Because he knows all the trouble he'll get
Oh, Brad tells Casey tears are something to hide
While inspecting his rear
And Casey trys so hard to keep it inside
While Brad kisses his ear
Hush hush keep your pants down his balls are hairy
Hush hush put it in now Im in a hurry
Hush hush is Brad done now Caseys worried
Brad wants me
But only part of the time
Brad wants me
If he can keep inside
Hush hush keep your pants down theres no hurry
Hush hush keep it in now this feels messy
Hush hush shut up now its so tasty
Hush hush keep Brads pulling out now its so messy
Oh hush hush, darling, she might overhear
Hush, hush - Caseys voice carry's
He said shut up - he said shut up
Oh God can't Brad keep it out
His balls are hairy
Hush hush Caseys voice carry's
I wish he would let me talk.

[CBT]

Well allow me to retort!

(Time For Me To Fly by REO Speedwagon)

Rubbin' on My Thigh

Joe’s gonna grind on you,
Slide up and down on you,
He’ll bring you happy relief.
He’ll swallow your pride for you,
He’ll use astro-glide for you,
Mens butts make him weak in the knees.

Joe sends man-love your way,
'Cause he wants to hit it.
Peeling mens pants away,
Prison sex; he relives it.
Oh he makes Pony laugh,
And he makes justbob cry,
OMG he rubbing on my thigh.

He said that he’d pull out,
You said that you had no doubt,
That deep down he was using a glove.
Oh, but you got tired of holding on,
To a headboard that’s not that strong,
He donkey punched you and said “That’s just tough.”

Joes had enough of the falseness,
Of man-woman relations,
Enough of the P in the V,
And the burning sensations.
Joe likes the shaft,
The snake with one eye,
Oh my God his hand is in my fly.

Hand is in my fly!
Oh, I've got to get myself free.
Rubbin’ on my thigh!
And now he wants me to sit on his knee.
He’s been livin’ a hetero-lie,
And now he’s rubbin’ on my thigh.

Joe, don't you know it's...


It's time for me to fly!

[PonyUP]

Holy crap!!!! :lol: I just fractured a damn rib from Laughin casey. "His hand is on my fly" :lol::lol:

[guspech750]

:rofl:Ohh. Thats a good one..So "F"ing funny!!!:rofl:

[PonyUP]

Let's Put the X in Sex (in the style of Kiss)
I got an email just the other day
He sent some photos, but didn’t sign his name
Joe wore high heels, and a little black lace
And he had my sticky stuff all over his face

He didn’t leave a number, not a time or a clue
But I saw that cocktail weenie and I knew that it was you

Casey put the X in sex
My manmeat is a muscle and your making me erect
Casey put the X in sex
Let’s get undercover and let me rub your juicy thighs

Joe got a call in the middle of the night
Casey talkin dirty and it sounded oh so right
He said ooh, yeah, I think I’m coming there
Joe asked him for a reach around but he wasn’t playing fair

Sometimes you gotta suffer for a piece of the rock
He starting with some kissing, but then he grabbed my c*ck

Joe, let’s put the X in sex
Your body has no inch that I don’t want to inspect
Joe, let’s put the X in sex
Tell me where you want it, in your mouth or in your eye

I heard somebody knocking so I opened up the door
He was wearing rubber and some handcuffs, couldn’t wait a second more
He said he knew my secrets, like I like to sleep with sheep
Then I saw that 3ft dildo and I knew I was complete

Casey, let’s put the x in sex
You make my nerve ends tingle everytime that you flex
Casey, let’s put the x in sex
Kick off all the covers let me unzip your fly

[CBT]

Play the song, sing along!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzWWnJc2pPU

Stay, Pony, stay

Lay, Pony, lay, lay across Joe’s big brass bed.
Lay, Pony, lay, lay across Joe’s big brass bed.
Whatever condoms you have on your mind,
He’ll show them to you, and then hit that behind.

Stay, Pony, stay, stay up on Joe’s big brass bed.
Stay, Pony, stay, stay here with Joe awhile.
Until the break of day, let Joe see you make him smile.
His DTR is dirty but his crotch is clean,
And you're the best man that he's ever seen.

Pray Pony, pray, pray it all ends in awhile.
Why wait any longer for the pain to begin?
You can have your ballgag, eat it too.
Why wait any longer for the one finger glove,
When Joe's bent over in front of you.

Play, Pony, play, hide the weenie on Joe’s big brass bed.
Pay, Pony, pay, pay while Joe hits the back of that neck.
He longs to see you and your ass is tight,
He longs to reach for you in the night,
Gay, Pony, gay, stay and tongue Joe’s little head.

[guspech750]

:rofl::rofl::rofl:

Thats it!! The one finger gloves are coming off!! It is on!!:cool:

[CBT]

:rofl::rofl::rofl:

Thats it!! The one finger gloves are coming off!! It is on!!:cool:
You just said it was coming off, make up my mind.

[guspech750]

Im working on a master piece. Like Hush Hush!! Shhhhhhhhh

http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ePtcO-AE6Rss3M: (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.mpajersey.co.uk/pictures/shhhhhh.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.sodahead.com/fun/bob-has-finally-reached-5000-raves-with-no-graphics-ever-how-about-a-couple-of-hoo-yaas-for-this-l/question-291139/%3Fpage%3D2&usg=__MqwZWbB1SMEw7TS0qAb6l-EuIZA=&h=572&w=380&sz=33&hl=en&start=1&zoom=1&itbs=1&tbnid=ePtcO-AE6Rss3M:&tbnh=134&tbnw=89&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dshhhhhh%26hl%3Den %26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1)

[CBT]

Im working on a master piece. Like Hush Hush!!

Bring It On. Then,

Bring It On Again (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On_Again)
Bring It On: All or Nothing (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On:_All_or_Nothing)
Bring It On: In It to Win It (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On:_In_It_to_Win_It)
Bring It On: Fight to the Finish (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On:_Fight_to_the_Fini sh)

[guspech750]

Bring It On. Then,

Bring It On Again (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On_Again)
Bring It On: All or Nothing (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On:_All_or_Nothing)
Bring It On: In It to Win It (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On:_In_It_to_Win_It)
Bring It On: Fight to the Finish (http://www.mercurymarauder.net/wiki/Bring_It_On:_Fight_to_the_Fini sh)

Oh Im bringing it. I will probably end up getting a recording contract after this on.

[PonyUP]

You just said it was coming off, make up my mind.

:lol::lol:

Yes, this thread is back

Well allow me to retort

Hard to Handle Now-Black Crowes

Casey, here I am, I’m gonna unzip my jeans
Joe can give you what you want, when he falls down to his knees

Joes got some good old loving
He used to be a male whore
When he gets to licking on you
You know your gonna want more

Boys are things he’s done by the dozen
He started when he blew his cousin

Pretty little Casey let me grab your candle
Cause a Mama I’m too hard to handle now
Reach around

Actions speak louder than words
So Joe I’ll run interference
I know you got Casey, no one can love you better than him
Take his hand, now don’t be afraid
And stick it in your jeans
Grab a good hold and be set free
And get yourself some Casey

Boys go down on Joe by the dozen
And that’s why we call him McGayLoven

Pretty little Casey let me grab your candle
Cause a Mama I’m too hard to handle now
Reach around

[CBT]

Oh Im bringing it. I will probably end up getting a recording contract after this on.
Good luck! Maybe you can be the newest 'member' of the Village People. :beer:

[CBT]

pretty little casey let me grab your candle
cause a mama i’m too hard to handle now
reach around

lmmfao !!

[guspech750]

Wham "Wake me up before you go go"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIgZ7gMze7A
Dont foreget play the music!!!

In Caseys butt [4X]
In Caseys butt
In Caseys butt
In Caseys butt

Brad puts the boom-boom into Caseys butt
He sends my pole sky high when Brads lovin' starts
Brads butt is into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'can you feel my blue vain!
But something's budging you
Something ain't right
My best friend Bob told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dripping, but I should have been with Brad instead.

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a Hooo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you squirt in my eye
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Give me two guys tonight
I wanna lick goo off Brads thigh (yeah, yeah)

Dont take gay guys out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Gay Parades
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My love for Brad never been the same

'Casyes a lady, Brads a fool
It makes Casey crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, your not tight
We'll go teabagging, Caseys butt not that tight

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a hooo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you squirt in my eye
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin'' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Give me two guys tonight
I wanna lick goo off Brads thigh (yeah, yeah, yeah,..........baby)
(In Caseys butt)
(In Caseys butt)

Cuddle up, Brad, move in tight
We'll be humping every night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in Brad
We can dance, we'll stay home instead

(In Caseys butt)

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't pee on me hanging on like a hooo
Wake me up before you go-go
I want you to piss in between my eyes
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Give me four guys tonite
Wake me up before you go-go,
Don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a
Joe Joe
Take me dancing

[CBT]

Joe, thinking about Louisville
(sung to the tune of Margaritaville)




Standin’ on my brake,
Can’t make my back tires bake,
Thinkin’ of Pony all covered with oil.
Strummin’ his g-string,
On justbob’s front porch swing
Hell with those back tires, they won’t boil.

Chorus:
Countin’ the days till I can head to Louisville,
Searching for my undescended ball.
Some people claim that there’s a drag queen to blame,
But I know it's Ponyup’s fault.

I don't know the reason,
I stay gay all season,
Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
CBT ‘cross my booty.
How it got here I haven't a clue.

Chorus:
Countin’ the days till I can head to Louisville.
Searchin’ for my black gag with the ball.
Some people claim that I fart out a flame,
How I stink.
My ass, a meat vault.

I once blew a vice cop,
Fake boobs filled my tank-top,
Blew Navy SeAL’s for a boat ride back home.
There’s justbob and he’s slender,
And soon he will render,
A foamy concoction that helps me hang on.

Countin’ the days till I can head to Louisville.
Adding to my photo album of balls.
Some people claim that there’s a she-man to blame,
But I know it's Ponyup’s fault.
Yes and straight people claim that I choose to be gay,
And I know it's Ponyup’s damn fault.

[guspech750]

We need to start a band. With Dom on bass, Brad on Casey and me the ring leader. Bobs the groupy. Just as long as I get to wear these.

http://www.adamcarolla.com/ACPBlog/wp-content/gallery/2009-11-13-mike-anthony/05_assless-chaps.jpg

[PonyUP]

:lol::lol: You guys are just too much. This thread is monster win. We need a band, we need groupies, we need roadies. They will be screaming our names. Proposed Band names

Flowery Rainbows

Book it!

[CBT]

:lol::lol: You guys are just too much. This thread is monster win. We need a band, we need groupies, we need roadies. They will be screaming our names. Proposed Band names

Flowery Rainbows

Book it!
Dick Manshank and the Assless Chaps Band. Get it? 'Cause chaps can mean guys, and I have no ass, so I'm an assless chap. HA!

[guspech750]

The Bulgless Boners, or Casey and the KY Band. Sort of like KC and the Sunshine Band but way more horney......for men of course.

Brad Halen?

[PonyUP]

I've been slammed the last couple days, but I'm not letting this thread die, more song parodies this weekend

[CBT]

I've been slammed the last couple days, but I'm not letting this thread die, more song parodies this weekend
Don't think I don't have a couple few waiting....:D

[guspech750]

I've been slammed the last couple days, but I'm not letting this thread die, more song parodies this weekend

Let the songs and music flow brothas!!

[CBT]

Let the songs and music flow brothas!!

Disco songs this round, muhahahahahaaHAAAAAAAAhahahaaa .......

[guspech750]

Disco songs this round, muhahahahahaaHAAAAAAAAhahahaaa .......
Yeahhhhesssss. I have been thinking the same for a little while. Muuhhaaaaaaaa!!!!
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[PonyUP]

Disco it is, more to follow

[CBT]

Hey Joe and Brad, eat it!!

Sung to Hall and Oates 'Man Eater'

He'll only come out at night
His ass-less chaps are tight
His Marauder’s not blue, his DTR’s an 04.
Rubbing and ‘bateing
Ooh, he's hitting on you with his eyes on your backdoor
So many have paid to see
What Brad thinks he’s gettin' for free
The guspech is wild, a he-cat perfumed and smelling like man-whore.
Size doesn’t matter
If you're not into man-love, don’t get in his car
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Watch out Brad he'll shave you up
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Joe's a manscaper
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Watch out Brad, ‘One Joe One Cup’
(Oh-oh, here he comes) He's a manscaper
I wouldn't if I were you
I know what his razor can do
He's deadly, Brad, he could really rip your pants apart
Size doesn’t matter
Ooh, your booty is bare, but you’re nervous and you fart
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Watch out Brad he'll shave you up
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Joe's a manscaper
(Oh-oh, here he comes) In the bathroom stall he'll tie you up
(Oh-oh, wipe your bum) he's a manscaper

------ saxophone ------
Ooh,
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Here he comes, watch out Brad
he'll tie you up
(Whoa-oh, here he comes. Watch out) he's a man-meater
(Oh-oh, here he comes. He's a man-meater) Ooh, he'll shave you up
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Here he comes, he's a manscaper
(Oh-oh, here he comes. Watch out) He'll only come out at night, ooh
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Here Joe comes, he's a man-meater
(Oh-oh, here he comes. He's a man-meater) The guspech is wild, woo ooo
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Here he comes. Watch out boys, watch out boys
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Oh, watch out, watch out, watch out, it flops out
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Yeah, yeah, he's a man-meater
(Oh-oh, here he comes. He's a man-meater) He's naked and shaving,
oo-ooh,
(Oh-oh, here he comes) Oh, he's a manscaper

[PonyUP]

:lol::lol:

Nice Casey, and now give me the beat

Pumping his Bunghole (To Disco Inferno)

Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!

Burnin'!

To mass-ive fires, (listen) blasting between his thighs
Casey’s gettin' loose y'all in his jeans are the proof - Do you hear?
The Joe was flaming - out of control
It was so entertainin' - when the Casey started to explode
I heard somebody say...

Burn baby burn! - Pumping his Bunghole
Burn baby burn! - Yeah Joes going down,
Burn baby burn! - Pumping his Bunghole
Burn baby burn! - Burn the mother down,

Burnin'!

Satisfaction (hu hu hu) When Joe came in reaction (Burnin'!)
I couldn't get enough,
SoI grabbed some more Joe Love, (hu hu hu)
The heat was on,
(Burnin'!) Cream rising to the top, mph!
Everybody's goin' strong (hu hu hu)
And that is when my co*k got hot
I heard somebody say...

Burn baby burn! - Im in Caseys Bunghole
Burn baby burn! - With leather I‘m bound, yo!
Burn baby burn! - Thrusting the Bunghole
Burn baby burn! - All around this town

Burnin'!

Up above my head Joes Package in the air - I hear balls!
That makes me know there's (somebody) a promise somewhere

Satisfaction, Get me some hot Joe Action - Do you hear?
I couldn't get enough, so I had to give a self rub,
The heat was on, juices at the top
Joe is pumping Casey strong
That is when Joe began to pop
I heard somebody say...

Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mother down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno, yeah!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mother down, hit it!
Burn baby burn! - Oh Yeah!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mother down
Burn Baby burn! - Disco inferno!
---

[CBT]

Muhahahaaaa!! Hey I have a band name idea, you ready? Smashing Blumpkins

[PonyUP]

I love it, I was gonna go with the Cleveland Steamers, but yours is better
:lol:

[guspech750]

http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-laughing011.gif Those were some really good ones fellas!!!http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-laughing011.gif

[CBT]

http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-laughing011.gif Those were some really good ones fellas!!!http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-laughing011.gif

That's what she said. Now post a song parody, noob.

[PonyUP]

That's what she said. Now post a song parody, noob.

And pick a good song. Only Joe would pick a gay song from a guy bobbing and kneeling in a bathroom to make a gay song parody. :lol:

[guspech750]

That's what she said. Now post a song parody, noob.


And pick a good song. Only Joe would pick a gay song from a guy bobbing and kneeling in a bathroom to make a gay song parody. :lol:^^^^^^What can I say. I know gay! Gay is the way I say. So you wana play I say?^^^^^^



I am in the process of writing and rewriting a song as of last night. Prepare for laughter my friends!!

[guspech750]

Sung to: Men without hats, "Safety Dance"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7movKfyTBII

You really need to play the music and read it to get the FULL effect!!

Brad can dance if he wants to.
He likes to leave his pants behind.
Cause' his friends have pants,
and if they won't depants, well they're
no friends of mine.

Say, Brad goes when he wants to.
A place thats dark is fine.
And Brad can dress like a woman from out of this world.
But he left his duct tape behind.

Leave your pance.

Brads a hoe when he wants to.
In a dark place with ten guys.
And he can act like he came from out of this world.
Leave the real one far behind.

Brad can dance.

Brad can tuck it when he wants to.
Night is young and so am I.
And he wears a dress real neat
from his hands to his feet
and surprise you with a womans cry.

Say, Brad can act if he wants to.
If he don't he's on the pill.
And Brad can act real rude,
and totally remove and he can act like an imbecile.

Say, Brad can dance.
Has no pants.
Everything's under control.

Brad can dance.
With no pants.
Dacing on a stripper pole.

Brad can dance.
With no pants.
Brad likes to come your hands.

Brad can dance.
With no pants.
Everybody's tightening their pants.

Bradleys Dance.

Oh, Bradleys Dance.
Yes, Bradleys Dance.

He has no pants if he wants to.
Brads got all his life, and time.
As long as he abuse it,
Never gonna lose it.
Everything will work out right.

Brad can dance if he wants to.
He can leave his friends behind.
Cause' his friends have pants,
and if they wont depants, well they're
no friends of mine.

I say, Brad can dance.
With no pants.
HIV's under control.

Brad can dance.
With no pants.
Doin a mans hole.

Brad can dance.
With no pants.
All the men take off your pants.

Brad can dance.
With a man.
Travnsvestite takin' the chance.

Pants.
Bradly Dance.
Gives lap Dance.
Bradly Dance.
Let's pull off pants.
Yes, lets depants.
Creepy Dance.
Less creepy pants.

Bradlyy Dance...
pull off pants...
Bradlyy Dance...
HIV Dance!

[PonyUP]

:lol::lol:

Good one Joe, but alas it is a repost. That is the song that kicked all song parodies off when I made fun of Dom's post to safety dance. Ofcourse that version didn't have the gay connotations of your version, so it can be filed in the thread :beer:

[CBT]

LOL ! WIN :beer:
I like this version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZaiB9jYCxI

[guspech750]

LOL ! WIN :beer:
I like this version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZaiB9jYCxI

Thats ****ing awesome!!!!

[PonyUP]

I see a DTR and have to paint it black
Open all four doors and I want the inside black

I see the girls walk by, they thumb and hold their nose
I have to turn my head, because the DTR is Joe’s

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted Black
Silver and Blue are cool, When I bought red I was on crack

I see people turn their heads and quickly walk away
Between my car and chaps, they all know I’m gay

I look inside myself, and deep down I want black
I see my crappy red, and want to paint it black

Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face facts
I like my car like men, I will go black and not look back

CBT still makes fun of me, I guess because his is blue
Even Pony does some laughing, but that is nothing new

If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My car will laugh at me, because I do 15’s in my run

I see a red car and I want it painted black
Open up all four doors and get them painted black

I see the girls walk by they won’t give me a second look
I gently rub my thighs and then give myself a jerk

I want to see your windows painted black
Black as Night, black as coal

[guspech750]

Touché my friend. Well done!! :)

[PonyUP]

Touché my friend. Well done!! :)

Damn, I'm looking forward to seeing you guys in Louisville. :beer:

[guspech750]

Damn, I'm looking forward to seeing you guys in Louisville. :beer:

Maybe late one night. We can all gather up 4 spare donut wheels and put them on Caseys car. That would be funny.

[PonyUP]

Maybe late one night. We can all gather up 4 spare donut wheels and put them on Caseys car. That would be funny.

Or just put it up on blocks

[SC Cheesehead]

Heard the tune on the way into work, cranked out some new lyrics at lunch:
Autograph - Things Go Better With Rock

Turn it up!
Yeah!
I'm working hard, you're working too
We do it every day
For every minute I have to work
I need a minute of play
Day in day out all week long
Things go better with boost
The only time I turn it down
Is when its parked for the day.

Turn up the air-flow
I need some power, gimmie some more
Turn up the air-flow
I wanna feel it got to gimmie some more

Now listen!
I wanna shake, I wanna race
So count it off a'one two three
I feel the heat, I'm in a trance
No better place to be
Daytime nightime, anytime
Things go better with boost
I'm goin' twenty four hours a day
I can't seem to stop

Turn up the air-flow
I need some power, gimmie some more
Turn up the air-flow
I wanna feel it got to gimmie some more
Turn up the air-flow
I wanna feel it got to gimmie some more

[CBT]

nice, lol. things go better with boost

[SC Cheesehead]

nice, lol. things go better with boost

Try it, I KNOW you'll like it! :D

[CBT]

I'm sure I would, but the 'vette will get a blower before the Marauder. :burnout:

[SC Cheesehead]

I'm sure I would, but the 'vette will get a blower before the Marauder. :burnout:

Hey, NP;

"Day in day out all week long, things go better with boost.."

[PonyUP]

Hey, NP;

"Day in day out all week long, things go better with boost.."

They certainly do...
Well done Rex, welcome to the song parody party :beer:

[PonyUP]

If you saw the gangst rap video about the Charger in the WTF? thread, this parody seems appropriate

My Maruader
My Marauder, it eats Chargers
Brabo is like Luke yeah looking for a father
Your hemi is only semi
Hotties roll my beast looking like Demi
More is what I got for you
Coffins on your wheels, whats with that dude?
Slapping bands on your wrist, catch this dis
Wanna roll my car, why don’t swallow this
Black, ballistic missle
Blue rolling hot, check out the sizzle
Silver, Birch cruise the day
Yes we know the DTR is gay
I’ll slingshot by you
Your girl is from the bayou
I’ll throw her a look from my rear view
Your hemi sucks, just like your song
If driving Doge is right, I live to be wrong
So throw your hands around, acting like your tough
Even a DTR can smack your ass, and I know that’s rough
So little gator, you need a clue
My Merc is long and strong and it’s rolling right by you
So cower in your seat, hoping not to be seen
I’m blowing coffins of your wheels and I’m living the dream

[guspech750]

I think I'll have to write a new song soon. It's been too long.

Sent from my iPhone
Go White Sox

[CBT]

Good one Brad! :beer:

I have another one about you and Joe i'm tweaking.

[guspech750]

Bring it on Biatchs!! Bring it Mother F........ Just josh'n. :)

[CBT]

Bring it on Biatchs!! Bring it Mother F........ Just josh'n. :)
Oh it's about to get brung!! Or brought. Whatever!

[guspech750]

Heard the tune on the way into work, cranked out some new lyrics at lunch:
Autograph - Things Go Better With Rock

Turn it up!
Yeah!
I'm working hard, you're working too
We do it every day
For every minute I have to work
I need a minute of play
Day in day out all week long
Things go better with boost
The only time I turn it down
Is when its parked for the day.

Turn up the air-flow
I need some power, gimmie some more
Turn up the air-flow
I wanna feel it got to gimmie some more

Now listen!
I wanna shake, I wanna race
So count it off a'one two three
I feel the heat, I'm in a trance
No better place to be
Daytime nightime, anytime
Things go better with boost
I'm goin' twenty four hours a day
I can't seem to stop

Turn up the air-flow
I need some power, gimmie some more
Turn up the air-flow
I wanna feel it got to gimmie some more
Turn up the air-flow
I wanna feel it got to gimmie some more


Well done. Welcome to the cool thread. It's an exclusive thread that only few can handle. If you enjoy mind numbing and IQ lowering things to read. You've found a new home.

[PonyUP]

Bring it guys, I'm thinking on busting more rap out, like "Bust a Red"

[SC Cheesehead]

Sung to the tune of "Tubthumping" by Chumbawamba

(We'll be singing, when we're winning, we'll be singing)
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down

(Racing the night away, Racing the night away)
He drives a blingmobile, a big ol' blingmobile
He drives a blingmobile, a big ol' blingmobile
He races cars that always run with faster track times
He races cars that always run with faster track times
(Oh Doomie Boy, Doomie Boy, Doomie Boy)

I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down

(Racing the night away, Racing the night away)
He drives a blingmobile, a big ol' blingmobile
He drives a blingmobile, a big ol' blingmobile
He races cars that always run with faster track times
He races cars that always run with faster track times
(Don't cry for me, Pops, at the drag strip.)

I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down (when we're winning)

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down (ooh)

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down (when we're winning)

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down (ooh)

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down (when we're winning)

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down (ooh)

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again (racing the night away)
You nay ever gonna keep me down (when we're winning)

I get shut down, (we'll be singing)
but I line up again (racing the night away)
You nay ever gonna keep me down(ooh)

[CBT]

Sung to the tune of "Tubthumping" by Chumbawamba

(We'll be singing, when we're winning, we'll be singing)
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get shut down, but I line up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down




Love it, very nice!
I'm writing one right now, muhahahahahaaaa.....:cool:

[guspech750]

We will see young grasshopper!!


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[CBT]

Sung to the tune of 'Miss Jackson' by Outkast.


"You Ricer"


Yeah this one right here goes out to all the rich kids hondas, poorkids hondas...
broken hondas, stolen hondas, Accuras and Neons, and even more hondas
Yeah, go like this


I'm sorry, you ricer (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

A driver of a Honda, don't faze me.
He doing things like having his boys come from the neighborhood,
To the CBT, trying to race me.
He need to get a, copy of American Apparel and pick a shirt out,
That's my house, I park out front so you can check my ride out.
And let you know your Civic’s engine is lazy, and not a V-tech,
Private roads, anywhere, ****, ricer kills, I'll post that.
I love my ‘rauder and everything, see tire tracks I’m the one who laid down.
He wanna rip tires up, start a burnout war, my hammer stay down.
He never got a chance to see the side of my Marauder he got slighted,
He try to spin tires and burnout,
On my way down the skreet hunnerd mile an hour he ain't invited.
Despite it, he show me the utmost respect when I roll through.
All you, do is defend that Neon when I maul you, yeah.

I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

You installed a fart can,
Got a special wing going on.
You say they worth 90 horse,
I say they just got pwned.
Hope that you feel this,
Feel this gay forever.
You could bolt on a pair of front slicks,
But you couldn’t hook in perfect weather, you ricer!

Ten times out of nine, you don’t make the finish line,
The quickest time you post gets lost in my exhaust whine.
Wing meets teen, the rusty ’83 Civic love thing, together dream,
Bout that kid with the single exhaust bling.
On the side streets, hopes he feels like this forever,
Forever, forever ever, forever ever?
Forever always seems to last ‘cause you're not blown,
And notice that the CBT is done long gone.
You ricer, my InTech runs good u wish u could,
Become a magician to abracadabra off the splatter.
Thoughts of C, thoughts of B, thoughts of T,
Asking what happened to the rubber my new tires
had, I lay so much around I need some brake, pads
It happened cause I brake tourque is that bad?
So know this, know that ricing isn’t cool,
And yes my ‘rauder will be present to take yall’s ass to school, and gradua-shuuun.

I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

Uh, uh, yeah
"Look at the way he beat me", ****, step away from CBT,
See your little NOS-less home boys got a park bench for a wing, G.
Without my J-mod, cold air intake you still can’t take me out,
And then you and your girl ain't speaking no more 'cause my d!ck all in her mouth.
Know I’m taking them down, Kentuck-y, Hershe-y, Tin-ley.
Por-ting, polish-ing, to a dumb assed ricer they be the same thing.
So when you tryin to get yo race on, my Z-tune be singing the same song.
Loser flybys be flybys, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your Honda!


I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.


I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

[guspech750]

Dude. That is awesome!!! Sung to Outkast!! Lmao!!!

[PonyUP]

LMAO, good one Casey, so glad this thread is back

[guspech750]

We should do only Elton John or George Michael songs.


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[Mike]

For Joe

Your Car Doesn’t Run (Sung to REO Speedwagon “Take it on the Run”)
Heard it from a Friend who
Heard it from a Friend who
Heard from another that your car don’t get around
They say you got a boyfriend
You’re out late every weekend
They’re talking about you and that time you went down
But I know the that it all is good
And we all know there’s nothing under the hood
And the tails grow taller on down the line
But I’m telling you Joe, that your DTR really blows
But once you do some mod’s, then it might be fine
Chorus
Your car doesn’t run Joe,
From the line it had no go
And it barely gets you around
I know you don’t believe it
But it hasn’t got any zip in it
You’re under the gun
And your car doesn’t run

You’re thinking up some white lies
Just to talk smack with the guys
You say you’re going home, I guess it will be hours then
But I can see it coming, you turn the key and it ain’t running
Best call Bob to get a ride once again
Chorus
Your car doesn’t run Joe,
From the line it had no go
And it barely gets you around
I know you don’t believe it
But it hasn’t got any zip in it
You’re under the gun
And your car doesn’t run

Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another that your car doesn’t run




:lol: :rofl: :rofl:

[Mike]

To the tune of 'I Ran' by Flock of Seagulls

I saw you at the male revue.
I never thought I'd meet a guy like you;
Meat a guy like you.
With Red Marauder and beefy thighs;
The kind of thighs that hypnotize me through;
Hypnotize me through.

And I’m Brad, it hurts to be this gay.
I’m just Brad, the ATL is where I stay.
I don’t like girls that way.

Basket appears above your head;
I lower the lotion down to you,
Send it down to you.
The night is quiet and still.
I see Uranus come in to view;
Uranus comes in to view.

And I’m Brad, I puts the hose awayz.
I’m just Brad, I love to love the gayz.
How much do I have to pay?

Reached around to touch your happy place;
You play like you don’t know what to do;
Don’t know what to do.
Reached out a hand to try again;
I'm in a tug of war with you;
Ski'ing down the slopes with you.

And I’m Brad, for your time I will pay.
I’m just Brad, hide the weenie’s what I play.
And I’m Brad, I’m kind of a good lay.
I’m just Brad, is a credit card okay?

:lol:


:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::laugh ::laugh:

Holy Crapples Casey, I laughed so hard I farted.

Hope it wasn't a shart :shake:

[TAKEDOWN]

LMAO, you're killin' me over here!

[PonyUP]

Sung to "For You" by Manfredd Manns Earth Band

Princess cards he sends me with his regards,
Oh, bar-room eyes shine vacancy
To see him makes Casey hard
Wounded deep in battle, His Mustache left me somewhat undaunted
To his Virginia smile I'll stand on file
he's all I ever wanted
You let your blue balls stand in the way of these facts, honey
Get your nipple clamps attached to my sack
Joe give me time to cover my tracks
You said, "Here's your chains and your ball and mask"
But they're not what I came for
Oh I came for so much more
And I know you that too
And I know you know that's true

I came for you
I came for you
I came for you
For you
I came for you

Crawl into my backseat
Your pulse is getting weak
Reveal yourself all to me now
While you've got the strength to speak
'Cause they're waiting for you at at the ville of Louis
With their oxygen masks
But I could give it all to you now
If only you could ask
Don't call for a Cheesehead
Even he says your lame
It's not your dong this time
But your hand holds my fate
Don't give me my money back
Don't want it anymore
It's not that nursery mouth I came back for
It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor
I've broken all your windows
And I've rammed through all your holes
Who am I to ask you to play in roles
And you should know that's true
You should know that too

I came for you
I came for you
I came for you
For you
I came for you

Don't call for your JustBob
Even he says it's late
It's not your face this time
But your ass holds your fate
I want my money back
You didn’t finish the job
It's not that nursery mouth I came back for
It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor
I've broken all your windows
And I've rammed through all your holes
Who am I to ask you to play a role
You should know that's true
You should know that too

I came for you
I came for you
I came for you
For you
I came for you

[CBT]

^^^^^Bwahahahahahahahaa!!!! Don't call Bob, lol!! Nice!!^^^^^ :beer:

Of course, it's on now, son. :cool:

[guspech750]

I'll have to get on the computer and check out this song with music from you tube.


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[PonyUP]

I'll have to get on the computer and check out this song with music from you tube.


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It's actually a great song, you'll enjoy it, all puns aside

[Fosters]

Sung to the tune of 'Miss Jackson' by Outkast.


"You Ricer"


Yeah this one right here goes out to all the rich kids hondas, poorkids hondas...
broken hondas, stolen hondas, Accuras and Neons, and even more hondas
Yeah, go like this


I'm sorry, you ricer (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

A driver of a Honda, don't faze me.
He doing things like having his boys come from the neighborhood,
To the CBT, trying to race me.
He need to get a, copy of American Apparel and pick a shirt out,
That's my house, I park out front so you can check my ride out.
And let you know your Civic’s engine is lazy, and not a V-tech,
Private roads, anywhere, ****, ricer kills, I'll post that.
I love my ‘rauder and everything, see tire tracks I’m the one who laid down.
He wanna rip tires up, start a burnout war, my hammer stay down.
He never got a chance to see the side of my Marauder he got slighted,
He try to spin tires and burnout,
On my way down the skreet hunnerd mile an hour he ain't invited.
Despite it, he show me the utmost respect when I roll through.
All you, do is defend that Neon when I maul you, yeah.

I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

You installed a fart can,
Got a special wing going on.
You say they worth 90 horse,
I say they just got pwned.
Hope that you feel this,
Feel this gay forever.
You could bolt on a pair of front slicks,
But you couldn’t hook in perfect weather, you ricer!

Ten times out of nine, you don’t make the finish line,
The quickest time you post gets lost in my exhaust whine.
Wing meets teen, the rusty ’83 Civic love thing, together dream,
Bout that kid with the single exhaust bling.
On the side streets, hopes he feels like this forever,
Forever, forever ever, forever ever?
Forever always seems to last ‘cause you're not blown,
And notice that the CBT is done long gone.
You ricer, my InTech runs good u wish u could,
Become a magician to abracadabra off the splatter.
Thoughts of C, thoughts of B, thoughts of T,
Asking what happened to the rubber my new tires
had, I lay so much around I need some brake, pads
It happened cause I brake tourque is that bad?
So know this, know that ricing isn’t cool,
And yes my ‘rauder will be present to take yall’s ass to school, and gradua-shuuun.

I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

Uh, uh, yeah
"Look at the way he beat me", ****, step away from CBT,
See your little NOS-less home boys got a park bench for a wing, G.
Without my J-mod, cold air intake you still can’t take me out,
And then you and your girl ain't speaking no more 'cause my d!ck all in her mouth.
Know I’m taking them down, Kentuck-y, Hershe-y, Tin-ley.
Por-ting, polish-ing, to a dumb assed ricer they be the same thing.
So when you tryin to get yo race on, my Z-tune be singing the same song.
Loser flybys be flybys, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your Honda!


I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.


I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to make your Honda cry,
I beat your V-tech’s ass a trillion times.
I'm sorry, you ricer, (oooooh)
I am fo realz.
Never meant to run your R-spec dry,
You should give some NOS a ****ing try.

I like this one better:

vndmpnhhg7k

[PonyUP]

Glory Holes (Sung to Glory Days)

I had a friend was a DTR driver
back in high school
He couldn’t blow that red sled by you
It makes him look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was whacking off
We went back inside sat down in a bathroom stall
but all he kept talking about was

[Chorus:]
Glory holes, well Joe can’t pass them by
Glory holes, in the wink of a young Casey’s eye
Glory holes, glory holes

Well there's a rest area just up the block
We can go there in the woods and get some head
Sometimes on a Friday Joe stops by
and do a few guys after he jump starts his red
Him and his lover Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two months gone by now
now he just sit around talking about the old grinds,
he says when he feels like crying
he starts laughing thinking about

[Chorus]

Now I think I'm going down on Casey tonight
and I'm going to gurgle till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory hole, well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
whoring stories of glory holes

[Chorus (repeat twice)]

[CBT]

Super silky sounds of the 70's with CBT!!

Sing along while Joe and Brad sing a duet to each other!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6YpHDykn3A&feature=related





De-pants With Me

De-pants with me
I want to see your man parts
Can't you see the music has me farting
This guy is calling my pants a’ falling
De-pants with me

Man-tasy could never be so giving
I feel free I hope that you are drilling
Pick the seat up and kick your meat up
De-pants with me

Let me lift you off the ground
Stary guys and love is all around us
I can take you if you want to blow
Oh, Joe

De-pants with me
Brad wants to be your partner
Can't you see the buttcheeks are a’parting
Guys are calling my pants a’ falling
De-pants with me

(instrumental with things you put your mouth on and blow into)

Let me lay you on the ground
Hairy guys and love is all around us
I can take it if you will go slow
Oh, Joe

De-pants with me
I want to be life partners
Can't you see the music has me sharting
Night is falling why aren’t we balling?
De-pants with meeeeeee.

[guspech750]

http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_UyWz-Gyqt5IGdCD3QbZd39IG4wM6pkEFrh0 sDSkp4fO6VXpk

[PonyUP]

:lol::lol:

I'm working on one, I like attaching the youtube version of the original, it helps :beatnik:

[SC Cheesehead]

Sung to the tune of:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7guzEuV7j9c

Dom D. Dom D.
I know just what you mean
Dom D. you said it all so clean
And I know my life would look allright
If I could see it on the MM screen

You were the lowdown rebel if there ever was
Even if you had no cause
Dom D., you said it all so clean
And I know my life would look all right
If I could see it on the MM screen

We'll talk about a low-down bad refrigerator,
You were just too cool for school
Pink Socks, soda pop, Louisville, and Lounge posts,
The only thing that got you off was breakin' all the rules
Dom D., Dom D.
So hungry and so lean
Dom D., you said it all so clean
And I know my life would look all right
If I could see it on the MM screen

Little Dom D. up on the screen
Wond'rin' who he might be
Along came the website and picked up your :bs:
And took you down the road to a permanent ban!
Dom D., Dom D., you bought it sight unseen

You were too fast to live, too young to die, bye-bye
You were to fast to live, too young to die, bye-bye
Bye-bye, Bye-bye, Bye-bye, Bye, bye

[guspech750]

Van Halen DOA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0XdzSMzwgw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Brad was bored and horney on a summer day
He sent the CBT down to try an' fondle his way
They were sucking c$cks on a strange Man
Brad found a dirty-used rubber in a garbage can, uh ha
Ooh! Brad gives a bone In a Hershey highway
Wanted, Dead or alive
In bed with a guy

Caseys down and dirty, dressed in drag
A-from the day his mama told him "Boy, you have saggy bags."
A-Brad picks up boys in his pickup truck
The CBT look at boys, say "Outta luck." Oo-ooh, yeah!

Brad gives the bone In a Hershey highway
Wanted, dead or alive
In bed with a guy, uh-aah!

(Guitar Solo)

Alright! Uh!

Now, Brads broken down and dirty, dressed in drag
A-from the day DR told him "Boy, you lick my bags."
An' they were lickin' nuts on Mr Man
They found a dirty-***** kid in a CBTs van
Di-yeah, yeah!

Brad, I'm alone and, In your highway
Wanted, dead or alive
In bed with a guy, ow-ow!

(Guitar Solo)

Wow! I'm gone! Ooh yeah! Oh!
Ow-ow!

Baby, let me run
Oh-oh, oh-oh!
I'm a spark on the horizon
Ow!

Ow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow!
Ow-wow-wow-wow-wow!



Muuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[PonyUP]

Van Halen parody is always a win


Pony seal of Approval

[CBT]

Van Halen parody is always a win


Pony seal of Approval
Then you are next, muhahahahaaaaaa......

[PonyUP]

Time to rejuvenate, sung to Sister Christian, this is for Joe

Pistons missing and the time has come
Joe you know you're not the only one to say....okay

Where you going, you won't get there fast
And you know as a red you can't last , not fast

Put a motor in, 4.6 ain't right
You need boost to jump the light
You'll be alright tonight

Your Pistons missing, your throttles gone
Having a boot on the tire is not wrong
So sing this song
Your Pistons missing there's so much in life
You could buy a blue and feel alright
It's right, iiiiiiiitttttssss rrrrrrriiiggght

Have Bob put a motor in
What price do you pay to bite
Pretend to be my Mister Right
Your DTR still hurts my sight

Put a motor in
I won't make fun of you no more
I'll stop calling you a man whore
If the question boost, answer more

Pistons missing and the time has come
And you know that your the only one to say

But you put a motor in
Yeah you put a motor in



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[CBT]

Your DTR still hurts my sight




LMAO! Good one.

[guspech750]

Hellz yeahz Brad!

Woot woot!!

WIN baby!


Sent from my iPhone 4S

DTR + 4.10's + Eaton swap = Wreeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom

[CBT]

Feel the burn, Joejoe! See you in Kentucky! :beer:

(Sung to the tune of Billy Joel’s “I Love You Just The Way You Are”)
“I ****ing Hate Your DTR” by CBT and The Melon Shakers
Don't go racing, to try and beat me,
Your car has let you down before.
Don't imagine you're too familiar,
With winning races, you post whore.

I wouldn’t drive it in times of trouble,
We never would get that far.
I’ve run some good times, yours runs the bad times,
I ****ing hate your DTR.

Don't go trying some new bolt-on,
Don't change the color of your oil.
You always have my unspoken sympathy,
You probably need to change a coil.

I don't like headlight condensation,
So I never want to drive your car.
I‘ll just go somewhere that I can walk to,
I ****ing hate your DTR.

You need to know that I will always be,
Winning at Marauding in my Blue.
What will it take until you choke yourself,
The way your car always chokes on you.

I said I love you and that's forever,
So maybe I’ll have a change of heart?
Nah, I couldn’t do it, I’m still a hater,
I ****ing hate your DTRRRRRR-ARE-ARE-ARE-ARE-ARE-ARE-R –R!!!

[PonyUP]

Holy Cow, that is the funniest one yet, now my pants will smell like urine all day, thanks Casey

:lol::lol::lol:

[PonyUP]

Had to be done, sung to the tune of "Movin' Out" (Anthony's song)

Whoring Out Caseys song

Casey’s been nothing but a little post whore
Saving his thoughts for the next day
Joe Joe Jambroni sent a text to his phone
He said
“Casey please post another funny”
Oh but posting to much can give you
A heart attack ack ack ack
You oughta know by now
Who needs to talk with a little verbal smack
I swear my posts should earn me some money

It seems such a waste of time
If that’s what it’s all about
Casey, if it’s you posting up, then I’m whoring out

Motorhead 350 is back on the beat
Thanks to Zack he’s now a contender
He likes Chicken Cacciatore and a diet pepsi
I think that’s what he had for some dinner
When his car blows up he’ll drive a Cadillac ac ac ac
You oughta know by now
And if he can’t drive
We know he’ll always be back
He can always polish my fenders

And it seems such a waste of time
If that’s what its all about
Casey, if that’s you posting up, then I’m whoring out

There’s been too much arguing with crazy minds
You oughta know by now
You can pay Mo’s Speed Shop with nickels and dimes
Soon you can get blown for your money

And if that’s what you have in mind
Yes the blower is what’s all about
Good luck posting up, Cause now I’m whored out

[CBT]

LMAO! Nice! You do know, this makes you the next victim....

[PonyUP]

Yeah, I figured as much, bring it on :D

[CBT]

Yeah, I figured as much, bring it on :D


Air Supply or Lionel Ritchie?

[PonyUP]

Lionel Ritchie please

Running with the night?


The Ice Bucket Approves of this message

[CBT]

Lionel Ritchie please

Running with the night?


The Ice Bucket Approves of this message

I pick the song, *****! lol

[guspech750]

OH it's oooooooooonnnnnnnn.


Sent from my iPhone 4S

DTR + 4.10's + Eaton swap = Wreeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom

[CBT]

OH it's oooooooooonnnnnnnn.


Sent from my iPhone 4S

DTR + 4.10's + Eaton swap = Wreeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom

You can't step to this, sonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

[guspech750]

You can't step to this, sonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

Oh I got'z step to!

http://img.tapatalk.com/d/13/01/10/ahaqymuq.jpg


Sent from my iPhone 4S

DTR + 4.10's + Eaton swap = Wreeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom

[PonyUP]

Oh I got'z step to!

http://img.tapatalk.com/d/13/01/10/ahaqymuq.jpg


Sent from my iPhone 4S

DTR + 4.10's + Eaton swap = Wreeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom

Bring it punk, I'm gonna do one for you to Michael Jackson's Beat it


The Ice Bucket Approves of this message

[CBT]

Man-rauding In The Night
(by CBT and The Fabulous Flintbones)
Sung to the Lionel Ritchie tune 'Running In The Night'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PnhlXLHKAE
The Waffle House special, Brad was eating
Lights from a DTR, Joe to Brad says “haaaay”
They were too hot to think of sleeping
They went balls out before the maaaaaagic got away

(Chorus)
They went Man-rauding in the night
Laying in the backseat
Just Joe and Brad, smashed the console light
(They were ‘rauding, Man-rauding in the night)

Joe dressed like a school girl, heads were turning
Brad rocked a short gown, eww! , he let it all hang out
Potato gun to the anus, ‘roids are burning
They’re gonna roofie each other and both pass out

(Chorus)
They were such a fugly sight
Dressed up like cheap man-ho’s
Just Joe and Brad, 'til the morning light
(They were stunning, stunning in their tights)

(Bridge)
They were so in love, J and B
On the road heading to Ken-tuck-y
Getting each other hot, Joe wears a ball gown
Taking every shot, Brad lies face down

(Chorus)
They were hugging root so tight
Playing the “head” honcho
Just Brad and 8 guys, girl’s need not apply, that’s right
(Asses burning) Oh! (White Castle again last night)

Just Brad and 8 guys (mascara running)
Fists were pumping in the night
Blazing up the saddles
Just use astro-glide, the line forms to the right (stuff was running)
To the right (running down his thighs)
Don’t bite ...

[PonyUP]

BOOOM SHAKALAKA

For Kentucky, DTR's and Joe

Red Car
Sung to Smash Mouth All Start

WKMyj4N45x0

So Casey once told me, that he was going to bowl me
I can’t get his song he sung outta my head
He was looking kind of strong, assless chaps and a thong
With an invitation to sleep in his king bed

Well the years start coming, Joe keeps the beat strumming
Blues make the rules the DTR ain’t running
Didn’t make sense not to post for fun
Your smile gets up but head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see
But we’ll keep it all in Kentucky
You’ll never get there you can’t go
Joes DTR really blows

Hey there little red car, get your belt on, and play
Hey there little red car, it might start, so pray
All that Chrome is for Show
Only little red cars go so slow

It’s a cool place, some say got older
Whiskey’s runs tight, your car gets slower
Kentucky Mike might beg to differ
Judging by the hole he put in my picture

The ice we skate, is getting pretty thin
But the car is old, this thread just wins
Joe’s car is on fire, we’ll make tours
I heard it blew up, or maybe I was just bored

Hey there Little Red Car, get out of my way
Hey there Little Red Car, got your bra on, so gay
Fried Oreos and whiskey to go
But you’re not invited to the show

Hey there, little red car, clean your engine bay
Hey there little red car, get the boot on, yes way
You might as well paint your car gold
You drive like your old

So Casey once asked, would I take Joes car for gas
But just can’t get away from this place

The thing wouldn’t start
played like a wet fart
Besides he just gave me change

Well the beers start coming and they don’t stop coming
Face down to the ground and my rum is running
Doesn’t make sense not to have fun
Your ass gets smart while your brain goes numb
So much to do, so much to see
Like the hot brown of Kentucky
You’ll never know if you don’t go
But at least you wouldn’t meet Joe

Hey there little red car, are you gonna start, today
Hey there little red car, no engine light, okay
Joe keep drilling for Gold
I don’t want him digging my hole

[CBT]

Epic!! :beer:

Hey there Little Red Car, get out of my way
Hey there Little Red Car, got your bra on, so gay
Fried Oreos and whiskey to go
But you’re not invited to the show

lol, mine is still on :D

[PonyUP]

Epic!! :beer:

Hey there Little Red Car, get out of my way
Hey there Little Red Car, got your bra on, so gay
Fried Oreos and whiskey to go
But you’re not invited to the show

lol, mine is still on :D


So glad this thread is back :D

Man Rauding, Rauding in the night

[lji372]

How did I miss this thread:laugh: