A bulking parody of "Lose My Breath" by Destiny's Child about steroid abuse (obviously not the girls--DC would never do that:))
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
Written as an epic parody, about an epic topic, to an epic song--in a word it is Epic.
Lyrics
Mold Me!!
Please Build Me Up
Trainer Guy, Help me build my chest
Trim my thighs, I want nicer pecs
Make me large, I'll work out all (Panting)
I won't give up
Running hard, I'm feeling like death
Fifty yards, Running out of breath
No Heath bars, gonna build my (Panting)
OOOh
I set my goal here, wanna to drop a size or two
I think maybe I'll keep building my whole life through
I want to be full stocked like a pantry
No stews, or Dew, this dudes, all new
Diet's gonna make me look so damn cool
OOOh
Being big boned has really become taboo
Choke on steroids and jump in a canoe
All my muscles will soon look all pretty
I will go on those G.N.C. shop sprees
I'll look even better when I shave my body
Doing push ups
Every night, Gonna lose this butt
Jump for joy, strengthening my gut
Done with bars, Time to do some (Panting)
Time to beef up
Build my abs, Do sit ups all week
Looking fab, Building like a Greek
Like a barge, Pulling up for (Panting)
OOOh
You'll be impressed by these new aerobic moves
and you've gotta love the fact that all my hair's removed
So what if I look like everyone else at the gym
At least on the beach I'll be looking so slim
and there is no more fat on any of my limbs
OOOoooOOOh
You'd think diff'rent if you had to walk in my shoes
I'm glad I no longer look like I ate the zoo
I got sick of all the rejection
So I found myself a trainer and got his inspection
And now my body redefines perfection
Ya'll can't keep up
I have cried, Want my buns so tight
My good side, Is that left or right
Working hard, Gotta drop ten (Panting)
Keep pumping up
Like a barge, I'm a bit obsessed
Getting large, Like them ads for Zest
All enlarged, Even in my (Panting)
Want to bulk up?
It's no joy, Gotta crunch a bunch
Ain't no boy, I can pack a punch
I'm in charge, I'll build up my (Panting) (hey hey)
I'll never stop
Popping veins, I'm in such good health
Takes some pain, modeling brings wealth
Staying hard, I don't mean my (Panting) (ooooo)
If you don't push yourself dude
It's like giving up son
Getting bulk ain't fun
and you've just begun
If you can't push yourself dude
I don't mean to be rude
You've got to suppress that chest
get out now 'cause I'm just not impressed
Couldn't keep up
Lazy guy, so you've got man breast
But not I, and you look depressed
Looking large, See you lose your (Panting)
I'm filling up
Muscle's fine, Looking great at last
So divine, while I'm pumping gas
Looking hard, staring at my (Panting)
You can't keep up
Right said Fred, Sexy for this shirt
To my head, everybody flirts
Living large, Letting out a (Panting)
Just one more pump
Bulk once more, Slightly larger chest
What's that noise, Ripping out my vest
This hurts hard, think I'm 'bout to (Singer Blows Up)
