Lyrics
By The Phreako
Written: July 21st, 2003
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A Parody of “All Star” by Smash Mouth
Somebody once told me to try a pepperoni,
An extra large pizza with mayonnaise!
My mouth was feeling kind of numb,
Cause my fingers and my thumb,
Had been stuffing’ up my face for an hour!
Well, the pounds start coming,
Then the veins start gumming.
Fed like a fool so I’d better start running.
Didn’t make sense why they said live for fun,
My brain got smart, after getting bigger buns.
So much to eat, so little time,
So what’s wrong with stuffing my big face?
I’ll never know unless I try,
Man, I wish this bread was rye!
Hey, now. I’m a fat loaf,
Move my big butt, today!
Hey now. Couldn’t think of,
Something better, to say!
All that’s fuzzy is mold!
If you let it sit, it becomes old!
It’s a cold place, and they say it gets colder!
You’re bundled up tight, but you just get colder!
But the weather men beg to differ,
It’s kind of strange how your parts just keep getting stiffer.
So give me a break, my life is looking grim.
You broke off my arms, so how could I swim?
I’m thinking of a fire. How about you?
That’s the way I want it, are you getting a clue?
Hey now, my limbs are frozen
I must be dozin’
Today!
Hey now, it’s awfully cold out,
It sure ain’t no drought,
Hey, Hey!
All that’s purple is cold,
You might get frostbite, I am, told.
Hey now, this song is real weird,
It’s all that I feared,
I say!
Hey now, it ain’t too funny,
Just for the money,
Yay-yay!
All that’s shiny is gold,
If you let it sit it, gets,
Somebody once asked, “Could I spare some change for gas”
But I said, I had a hole in my pocket.
Down on their knees,
They asked pretty please
And they still kept nagging on me till I got inside my car and I chased him.
Well, that guy started running,
And the sweat started coming.
I sure got a kick, when he hit the ground running.
Didn’t make sense why he wanted to stop.
I probably should’ve ‘fore I reached that cop.
Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
So what’s wrong with taking the back roads?
I really don’t know but I’ll go,
Man, if only that cop was slow!
Hey now, I’m a target,
For that cop now,
Oy Vey!
Hey now, I’d better scram quick,
I’d better be sick,
Today!
All that’s speeding is told,
If you get a ticket, you are, mold.
All that’s speeding is told,
If you get a ticket, they are, mold.
