Don't Whine at Me, Angelina
The true story of how I dumped Angelina (yes, Jolie), set to the tune of 'Don't Cry for Me, Argentina'.
I do stand-up comedy, as well as parody. I often imitate the recording artists when I parody their music.
My name is Rick Cormier. I am a singer/songwriter/musician/comedian. I love music and its' power to move people. I enjoy making people laugh.
Story behind the song
This is the story of how I dumped Angelina (yes, Jolie) after Brad came into the picture.
Lyrics
I'm not that easy, I won't be tamed
If you cry, it won't change what is real
It was thrills, wasn't love
Had a ball, it was fun
Why won't you leave me?
Go, you are free, little girl. We're done, through
Although, I confess, you are fine
Just kicks, it was heaven for you
Why Brad? You let that sap in. Are you deranged?
Couldn't stay with his wife, what a heel
I've no doubt you'll let him go
Saying he's not the one
No, you don't need him
Running around, trying everyone new
You never can trust him at all
He won't make exceptions for you
Don't whine at me, Angelina
The truth is I've never loved you
I'm just a wild lay
A badass piston
You'll learn much from this
Like Brad's a Pittance
It must be torture to lose this game
I'm rather delighted to win
Though your dreams have been hurled
Burned them all in my fire
It's so amusing
You, in your confusion,
Run from him to me
As Aniston's tears fall and dry
I'm dumping you, cope with it please
Don't whine at me, Angelina
(Cheesy, karaoke orchestral interlude)
Let go my knee, Angelina
It's useless to beg, don't grovel
You were but child's play
Loved your mink mittens
You'll grow much from this
Leave, I'm insistent
Please don't keep in touch
There is the door, you can slink off, Tomb Raider, you
Don't call, for we are through, I took your key
I am a precious bird that flew
