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Another Dee Range parody I recorded.
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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.
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Genre
Podcasts • Parody
Charts
Peak #60
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Rick Cormier
Uploaded
October 09, 2007
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:37
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Dee Range and I collaborated on a few of his tunes a year back. This one is currently #22 on the Garageband.com all time comedy songs charts.
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16 Sons Lyrics by Dee Range Performed by Rick Cormier Some kids'll think their pa is made out of cash But I look poor next to trailer park trash Trailer park trash, at least got phones Two cans and a string is all that I own I got six-teen sons, love 'em but yet One's robbin' banks and one's takin' in bets One's peter may be fallin' off, 'cause I been tol' He stuck his pole in a marginal ho One is smug-glin' cocaine where the sun doesn't shine One walks with a shuffle, one's as mute as a mime I got six-teen sons, and twenty's the goal But the wife done said "LET'S REST MY HOLE" We got six-teen sons, and twenty one pets Don't know what's for dinner but it sits on a RITZ Salt peter she's been givin' me and that just blows Muh durned 'ol pole's been refusin' to grow I was woke one mornin' when the Grizz-ly came Askin' fer trouble, so I said "I'm game" We fought down to the river bed and I ain't lyin’ Next spring I'll have a couple cubs to claim that's mine I got six-teen sons, one with two heads Never learned the meanin' of the word 'inbred' WEED EATER'S what we're usin' for our hair cuts The hound dog howls, I got eight more mutts The law makes a livin' raidin' my old still Most night's I drink up 'till I get my fill A jug 'a good 'shine, another 'a beer My next DUI, I’ll get five hard years I got six-teen sons, and twenty nine pets I just might make it to the Guiness book yet Oh TROJAN don't ya fail me when I explode There's no more room to expand this abode
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