This one is taking on the Kesha song by the--well misspelled same name. Mine is literal though. . .
A man writing parodies just because. .singing and writing is fun
I write parodies for fun and record them because I love performing. Check out my website at badave.com for more info! In case anyone is curious, my backing tracks are created by and used with permission by karaoke-version.com/en. They make some really cool karaoke tracks and are very approachable people.
Story behind the song
A parody of Kesha's big hit, the idea hit me the very first time I heard it. Like most my music, I used a backing track made by my friends at RECISIO and was used with permission by them. I recorded my vocals using a Shure SM 58 mic, M-Audio, Magix Music Maker, an Emachine computer system and Audacity. The song itself won the February 2010 Song of the Month competition at AmIRight and quickly moved to the top of my parody list for total hits, and as such I had to record it. As it turned out, my pacing was pretty well spot on so I didn't really have to edit. Kesha is a fun original artist who kinda crosses Blondie with Lady GaGa creating her own unique style, unlike many people who hit this track--I won't diss the original because I actually kinda like it.
Lyrics
It's six in the morning feeling really $hitty
(Hey, get up man)
Stupid clock comes on, I wanna snore - My mornings are a pity
(Work time)
I Gotta sneeze, I may heave yeah I'm feeling like crap
And when I try to stand up I fall on my face flat
I'm talking - Thirty two packs of no doz
Fighting of my soft pillows
Mountain Dew down my mouth hole
Corn Pops and just a few mugs of coffee
No I don't drink decaf-please
Trying to get rid of all my sleepies
Clock stop! Feel like slop
Gotta hit the snooze on top
Sunlight hits my eyes
but my head don't feel right
Tick Tock, throw the clock
But the boss says time to hop doh!
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Please stop, ears have popped
Mister I just can't wake up
Last night, used my sight
To study in low lights
Tick Tock, still the clock
I sorta wish it would stop oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Gave cold showers a whirl, but that I just couldn't bare
I stuck my finger in a socket, but it just fixed my hair
Now the sun is going up and my boss thinks I'm a faker
She thinks that I had stayed up late to watch Utah and the Lakers
I'm passing out - Slurring like I had got drunk, drunk
And all of my clothes they stunk, stunk
I keep tripping on all my junk, junk
Wha-what - What should I go tell her now now
Cause I'll never make it out out
body's shutting down, down
Think I'm fallin (zzzzzzzzzzzz)
Must run, hate the sun
Swear my eyelids weigh a ton
That's right, Hit the lights
Deal with it tonight
Heads hot, so I'm not
gonna head to the docks no
nooo-no-no-no
nooo-no-no-no
That jerk, from my work
Calling 'til my head hurts
Alright, I just might
Throw my phone down ten flights
No joke, now it's broke
But I'll finally get some sleep bro
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
(Boss said)
Get in here now
Or you're done pal
My head hurts ow
Please don't can me
Okay I'm up
I'll head in now
Though my head pounds
Do as you please
(Boss said)
Get my butt up
Get my butt out
Stumble around
Now I'm angry
I'm coming in
Computer's up
My boss walks back. . .
Now I'll put my head down when she walks back
and snore, that's for sure
Hope she stays behind the door
Sunlight, say goodnight
Cause my eyes are shut tight
I'll slouch, passing out
'til my boss comes out and shouts YO!!!
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Head bobs, at the job
but the boss won't hear my sobs
Tonight, snuggle tight
and pass out 'til daylight
Tick tock, where's my clock?
Oh that's right I threw it out oops. .
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
David
(zzzzzzzz)
