ORIGINAL SONG: 'Only When I Sleep' by The Corrs PARODY: 'If Only I Had Ghee' by... The Kaurs
Found in every Punjabi household
You're always just hungry Recipes in my head You talk about Ranjit’s wife And all the weight she shed Your smell is like spoilt milk With a spray of sweat It crawls through my skin You ask me where’s dinner When even myself I’ve not fed But if only I had ghee I’d make you chapati Spin that dough round and round Then flip it upside-down But I only hear you complain Somehow I need ghee Mold that atta round and round Then turn it upside-down But if only I had ghee And when I walk out of the kitchen You’re already passed out drunk Your breath smells of Johnnie Walker Then you look at my body I'm trying to run South Too late it's time to play I'm lying in my bed Thinking about Hrithik, distracted by your breath Falling from the edge But if only I had ghee I’d make you chapatis, (chapatis) I’ll spin that atta round and round And turn it upside-down But you didn’t go to Mydin So where am I to find ghee, (ghee) Got me spinning round and round Looking up and down But if only I had ghee If only I had ghee
ORIGINAL SONG: 'Thrift Shop' by Macklemore PARODY: 'Liquor Shop' by Moose (a tribute to Tandang)
This is not Tandang. It is only a tribute
I'm gonna pop some cans Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a cheap drink This is fucking awesome Hop up on the bench like, "What up, I got 3 for 10!" It's the middle of the month, I ain't going to no club Uncle at the counter's all like "What a bunch of lifeless punks" Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the refridgerator, Taking muh time, choosing my can, amidst all those yapping drunks Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets (Piiisssssss) But shit, who cares, I'm drinking in a park! Ain't no bouncers, annoying music and over-priced drinks, I could save some bucks and still get wasted Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch I'ma take that 12 percent, I'ma take that whisky in a bag, No for real - ask the uncle - can I have a whisky bungkus? (Thank you) The Godfather, Eagle, Bison and Bear And add in some Chang, Blue Ice, Haywards, Amigos and udembe over there Now pack it up, and get me a bench Oh woah, we're next to a tall ass tree yo? Damn straight, where do you think the pee and puke goes? You might find some ants, mosquitos and strays Prolly end up tripping like "Aw, let's get 'em drunk too" Passport, Heiny, Carlsberg, Tiger, Anchor, Pirate, Kingfisher, I get it cheap, from that Liquor Shop, down the road
ORIGINAL SONG: Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye PARODY: Somebody Magazine That We Used to Know by Moose
Death to Editorial Integrity
[Moose:] Now and then I think of how we started We gave birth to you, raised you from the first issue Told ourselves that you were right for the readers There were sleepless nights, paper jams and tears But that was love and it's an ache we still remember You can get addicted to a certain kind of job Especially when we get compliments, fan mail and sale figures, But when we found that you could no longer make sense Thanks to bosses who have no idea of what they want, It’s tough but we’ll admit that we’re glad it is over But those pricks didn’t have to cut us off, Act as if the mag never happened and that we were nothing And we don't even need your “help” You treat us like garbage and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your suck-ups turn on us and voice out nothing, I guess that we don't need that though Now you're just some magazine that we used to know Now you're just some magazine that we used to know Now you're just some magazine that we used to know [IP Freely:] Now and then I think of all the times you screwed us over Part of us believing it was always something that we’d done But we don't wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said that you could let us go So fuck it, we’re out and the magazine is just something that we used to know [Moose:] Those scumbags didn't have to cut us off Act like the compliments never happened and that we were nothing And we don’t even need this shit You treat us like we’re nothing and expect us to stay No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your minions walk in for that weekly blow Too bad but we’re not fake and won’t stoop that low Now you're just some magazine that we used to know [x2] Some magazine (We used to know) Some magazine (Now you're just some magazine that we used to know) (We used to know) (That we used to know) (We used to know) Some magazine
ORIGINAL SONG: 'Somebody That I Used to Know' by Gotye PARODY: 'Somebody That You Used to Blow' by Moose
Ever had that one close guy friend with whom you shared "bromance" moments with? You know the one you constantly text, hang out with, drink with, talk about your E.D problem and that persisting yeast infection, how you once slept with your own cousin and all that other shit? That's cool and all. But what if... one day, you find out he's gay and that he's been taking advantage of you the entire time? This is a song of one such incident.... Now and then I think of when we were together Like when you said you felt so happy you could die I actually wish you did After all that time I spent in your company You call this shit love and now the butt aches, I still remember You can get addicted to a certain kind of madness Your addiction is the end, always the rear end So when I found that this could not make sense Well you said that we would still be friends But I'll admit that I was glad it was over But you didn't have to suck me off Make out like it never happened and that we were something And I don't even need your love But you treat me like your partner and you like it so rough No you didn't have to bend so low Have your friends record it and then post it on lemon party I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just some fag that I used to know Now I'm just somebody that you used to blow Now I'm just somebody that you used to blow [Kimbra:] Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over Had me believing it was always just some green candy But I don't wanna live that way Falling for that trick every single day You said that you would let me go And I hope I don’t catch your dick hung on someone else that I know [Gotye:] But you didn't have to jerk me off Touch my family jewels and pretend it was nothing I don't fucking need your “love” So please treat me like a stranger, I don’t care if it’s tough No you didn't have to go so low Tell your friends your record and talk about my member I guess that I don't need that though Now I'm just somebody that you used to blow [x2] Somebody (You used to blow) Somebody (Now I'm just somebody that you used to blow) (You used to blow) (That you used to blow) (You used to blow) Somebody you used to blow
Disclaimer: The Moose has nothing against homosexuals (literally, too). In fact, some of the coolest people the Moose knows are gay. Like Neil Patrick Harris and Zachary Quinto. Mmmhm, him too. Look it up.
ORIGINAL SONG: 'Mad World - Gary Jules' (if you've not heard this before, you... a.) suck and b.) should do so NOW, before proceeding with the parody) Done? Good. Now, sing along with these lyrics instead: PARODY: 'Fat World' by Teh Moose
All around me are chubby faces Worn out dresses, worn out faces Fat and lazy for the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their milkshakes are filling up their glasses Extra whipcream, extra whipcream Hide my head I wanna gorge my eyes out No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find you kind of chubby, I find you kind of fat The dreams in which you're dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, You're the cause of earthquakes When people run in circles its because of the... Fat world, fat world Children waiting for the day they lose weight Keep on dreaming, Keep on dreaming But I feel that every child should eventualy get laid Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and you were very nervous No one knew you, no one liked you Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson? Must be phys ed, Must be phys ed And I find you kind of chubby, I find you kind of fat The dreams in which you're dying are the best I've ever had I find you really smelly, I find it hard to take When people run in circles its because it's a Fat world, Fat world, enlarging your world Fat world
Teh Moose recently experienced the ultimate concert with Metal legends, Lamb of God first hand - fists pumping, head banging, body slamming and all. I’ve seen their videos, I was fond of their songs and I sure as Hell have seen the clips of thousands of people running into each other at full speed during the insane act known as the “Wall of Death.” The thought of injecting steroids into my system did run through my head – it was the only way a 6 ft 2, skinny ass like me was gonna make it through the night, but after much debate, I decided against it. Mainly because of my fear of needles.
I totally ignored the cries of caution like “You should bring along your full plate armour!” or “Scream ‘Justin Bieber is awesome!’ and they’ll be sure to let you off the hook”… I especially ignored that last one.
I wonder if anyone would notice
Anyway, it was my first Metal concert, the closest being Korn’s concert here in Malaysia back in 2009. But this was different, for one, it was happening at D’Marquee, Downtown East in Singapore and secondly, “Wall of Death”, remember!? Plus you know how the concerts here are. Deep Purple was a sit-down concert for fuck’s sake. The venue was filled with Metalheads of every shape, race, gender, age and hair-do. Each with their own unique tee-shirt paying tribute to their favourite Metal band, singer or it had scary imprints of a skeleton a with flaming sword dry humping a tied-up, blind folded female slave – true story. What made it special was, they were all (despite their physical and sexual preference differences) part of a family and I was their newest member. I admit it, I didn’t know what to expect… was I gonna make it with all my ribs and teeth intact? Was I going to become partially deaf? Was I going to fall for a worthy female counterpart with tattoos, a tongue piercing, a leather outfit and an obsession with lethal weapons and in turn, get disowned by my parents?? This was all so new to me. "Screw it", I said to myself while screwing the jar of peanut butter I was munching on tightly.
Anyone seen my mama?
This was Lamb of God… definitely worth it! I stepped in the tent and was greeted by fans clad in black tees chanting the Pure American Metal band’s name while throwing their hands in the air with the easily identifiable ‘Devil Horns’ sign. Their chants immediately morphed into excited screams and shouts when the intro from ‘The Passing’ came on. More songs from their latest album, Wrath followed next with ‘In Your Words’ and ‘Set To Fail’ which was more than enough for the fans to kick start the sacrificial ritu… I mean mosh pit. It was like a scene from Prison Break when all the prisoners escaped only I joined in. Also, there was no T-Bag character walking around with his bitch holding on to the insides of his pocket. Randy Blythe fed our hunger for more by playing ‘Walk With Me In Hell’ and ‘Now You’ve Got Something To Die For.’ Should it have been a normal day, with that much head banging and jumping around, my legs would’ve already been quivering and I would’ve had to sit down and catch my breath. But the energy that filled me that night was unexplainable. With Chris Adler’s drumming, Willie Adler’s crazy guitar rifts, John Campbell with the bass and Randy’s energetic and somewhat erotic growls, I wanted more. We all did. The pit grew larger and larger, especially so when Randy himself screamed, “Open it up!” I scanned the crowd eagerly for some Metalhead females who took what he said literally… no such luck however.
"Knock, knock"
"Choo Choo Muthafucka!"
Back to the pit… I was head banging so hard to ‘Contractor’ that the concert tee shirts I purchased earlier flew out of my bag without me even noticing. Had it not been for that helpful metal head beside me who tapped me on my shoulder and pointed down to them, I would’ve been grieving over my loss right about now. See, that’s the surprising thing – one would expect a Metal concert to be filled with vicious, angry people whose happiness is based solely on the suffering of others and the decapitation of farm animals like goats… but this is absolutely not the case. There exists an unmentioned Metal Code of Ethics, and as mentioned before, we were a family, constantly on the lookout for a fallen comrade or someone in trouble. I’d request that you personally attend and experience a Metal concert before laying down prejudgments on the highly misunderstood Metalheads. I thanked the chap and my focus went back to the concert.
It was getting wilder than before and at last, the moment I dreaded yet secretly anticipated had arrived – the intro for ‘Black Label’ came on and I felt a shudder of excitement flow down through my spine as I watched the crowd divide themselves into two. The countdown took place and before I knew what was happening, all Hell broke loose. People were running into each other at top speed, bodies slamming, people had a look of pure animalistic rage on their faces and everyone chanted and head banged along to the tunes of one of Lamb of God’s greatest song – the “national anthem” for the Wall of Death, 'Black Label.' I wouldn’t have opted for any other finale to what was possibly the craziest night of my life. Randy describes it best when he said:
"Holy fuckin shit! You people are fuckin crazy!!!"
ORIGINAL:'The Earth Song' by the late Michael Jackson PARODY: 'The Slut Song' by Teh Moose
Try to have the original song playing in the background or something so you can sing along to it. It's great family fun. Bring your parents, partners and younger siblings too.
Forget about marriage Forget about kids Forget about all the things That you expected to gain... Forget about dates Why waste time Forget about all the things That you said was yours and hers... Did you ever stop to notice All the so-called college trips Did you ever stop to notice The lying sluts, the cheating whores!?
Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah
What have you done to the world Look what you've done What about all the sex That you pledged was only mine... What about flowers and meals Is there a time What about all the dreams That you said was yours and mine... Did you ever stop to notice All the men dead from whores Did you ever stop to notice The lying sluts, the cheating whores!?
Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah
I used to have wet dreams I used to glance under your skirt Now I don't know where you’ve been For all I know, you’ve got herpes
Hey, what about yesterday (Forget about hoes) What about the gifts (Forget about hoes) The heavens are falling down (Forget about hoes) I can't even breathe (Forget about hoes) What about the notes I made (Forget about hoes) Can't you feel my wound (Forget about hoes) What about self worth (ooo,ooo) It's your own loss (Forget about hoes) What about my big schlong (What about it) That has turned kingdoms to dust (Forget about hoes) Well, you look like an elephant (Forget about hoes) Yes, I’ve lost trust (Forget about hoes) You ride the short bus (Forget about hoes) I think you have crabs (Forget about hoes) What about my bacon sammich bish (ooo, ooo) Burnt despite my pleas (Forget about hoes) What about your ‘holy land’ (What about it) Now it’s torn apart by 5 dicks (Forget about hoes) What about the other man (Forget about hoes) Can't we set him on fire (Forget about hoes) What about your dignity dying (Forget about hoes) Can't you hear them cry (Forget about hoes) Where did your parents go wrong (ooo, ooo) Someone tell me why (Forget about hoes) What about boobies (Forget about hoes) What about the lays (Forget about hoes) What about all their joy (Forget about hoes) Fuck it, I ain’t turning gay (Forget about hoes) Your face is a moon crater (Forget about hoes) Oh, look e-bay sent my inflatable doll (Forget about hoes) What about your death (ooo, ooo) Like I give a damn
ORIGINAL: 'All Out of Love' by Air Supply PARODY: 'All Out of Herbs' by Teh Moose
I'm sitting alone with my mouth on my bong Smoking you till it hurts I know you hurt too but what else can we do Tormented and torn apart I wish I could carry your leaves on my lawn For times when my bank account’s empty You would make me believe that unicorns were real But your leaves don’t grow, doesn't really grow Chorus: I 'm all out of herbs, I'm so lost without you I know you were right believing for so long I 'm all out of herbs, I’m sober without you I can't be too late to say that I should get a new bong I want you to come back and get me stoned Away from this stupid ‘yam cha’ nights I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too Those fucking lights look so bright, oh so bright And what would you say if I bought you now And said that I stopped smoking, There's no easy way, it gets harder each day Please love me and get me stoned, I'll be stoned Chorus Oh, what are you smoking there? Is that a doobie? Do share. Oh, what are you smoking son? You look zonked to me, mon. Pass me that wacky tobacky dammit! Chorus (33565x) Wait… how do the lyrics go again?
As usual, the stinkin radios just like most clubs play songs that are detrimental to society AND repeat em' over and over again...
What makes it suck even more is when the songs make no sense. Let's take a recap on songs that fall under the "What-the-flippin-Eff-does-this-mean" category... 1.) Control Myself - El Loser Uncool Jackshit The part that hits everyone's nerves: "Zezeze zezeze zezezeze" El Loser proudly displays his dysfunctional linguistic skills here by sayin stuff that makes no sense what-so-ever... and his groupies swallow it all in and start "reporting to the dance floor.." as he instructs. 2.) Right thurr - Clingy Chingy The part that hits everyone's nerves: "I like the way you do that right thurr... Swing your hips when you're walkin, let down your hurr..." Is he that incapable of rhyming words that he resorts to creating his own mortifying "words"
And for the most recent grammatically incorrect song of the month...
3.) Floor Sweeper - In the Ayer... Firstly, let's give him a huge applaud for coming up with such a unique name. Flo Rida. I bet no one would guess that he originates from Florida. (cause his name does not in any way give it away) Well, with a name like Tramar Dillard... why wouldn't he opt for another cooler, more "ghetto" name... Heck, I was even planning to rename myself to Pee Nang. (hey, what a coinsidence... I'm from Penang, you just minus one "E" and...) Yesh back to the song... The part that hits everyone's nerves: "... Make me throw my hands. In the ayer..ay-ayer..ayer..ay-... Party all night like yayer..yayer.."
I can't think.. I DON"T wanna think of more songs rather... So, congrats to Flo Rida from Flo Rida for his truly inspirational song with deep lyrical content.. It made it as the top shittiest song for the new year.
Now, that hoe Rihanna keeps coming up with songs that simply annoy the living crap outta me.The latest song which is played 12,387 times a day is Disturbia by the one and only huge-ass "foreheaded" Rihanna. To make her song sound a little more appealing, here's the Humper's own version of her song. Diarrhea - by Fluffy Teh Humper
What's wrong with it?
Why does it feel like this?
I'm going crazy now
No more gas in the rear..
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing released
Can't even speak about it
Out my butt out my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah
It's a thief in the night
To come and grab your butt
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the ass
It can control you
It's too close for comfort
Take off your undies and tights
We're in the toilet of wonder
Ain't gonna shit nice
Watch out, you might just soil yourself
Better poop twice
Your train of shit will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your ass is in diarrhea
It's like the poop is too light
Diarrhea
Is it scaring you tonight
Your ass is in diarrhea
Ain't used to what you like
Diarrhea
Diarrhea
Shit splats on the wall
It's like they talkin' to me
Disconnectin' my undies
My fart sounds watery
I gotta it out
Or figure this shit out
It's too wet for comfort
It's a thief in the night
To come and grab your behind
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the ass
It can control you
My butt feels like a monster
Take off your undies and tights
We're in the toilet of wonder
Ain't gonna shit nice
Watch out, you might just soil yourself
Better poop twice
Your train of shit will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your ass is in diarrhea
It's like the poop is too light
Diarrhea
Is it scaring you tonight
Your ass is in diarrhea
Ain't used to what you like
Diarrhea
Diarrhea
Release me from this curse I'm in
Trying to remain tame
But I'm struggling and wiggling
If you can go,oh,oh,oh, uh ho
I think I'm going to oh, oh, oh
Take off your undies and tights
We're in the toilet of wonder
Ain't gonna shit nice
Watch out, you might just soil yourself
Better poop twice
Your train of shit will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
Your ass is in diarrhea
It's like the poop is too light
Diarrhea
Is it scaring you tonight
Your ass is in diarrhea
Ain't used to what you like
Diarrhea
Diarrhea
Well whaddya know?! Fluffy's college life is officially over. (Unless you count the internship as part of college.. but there's no more studies, so there!) Woot! More time to blog you say? Very unlikely. Internship starts next week. Flying fudge. That's a pickle in my Chocolate Sundae..
Anyhoo! Here is a parody of the song "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton, done by teh Humper himself. Unlike the original version,this one is about a father and his son, who had such a bond. They used to fart together all the time, in cinemas... on the dog's face while it's asleep... in the bath tub then laugh at the bubbles that appear... But one day, while trying to fart on the balcony at an unsuspecting crow, the boy fell to his death... This is the song by his father to him... * wipes tear *
Farts in Heaven - by Fluffy Teh Humper
Would you know my name If I farted in heaven Will it smell the same If I farted in heaven I must be strong, and fart for long Cause I know my farts don't belong Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand If I farted in heaven Would you help me breathe If I farted in heaven I'll find a way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't fart Here in heaven
Farts can bring you down Farts can bend your knee Farts can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please (fart moreeee)
(instrumental farts)
Beyond the toilet door There's peace I'm sure. And I know there'll be no more... Farts in heaven
Would you know my name If I farted in heaven Will it smell the same If I let one rip in heaven I must be strong, and fart for long Cause I know my farts don't belong Here in heaven
Cause I know my farts don't belong Here in heaven...
I was recently listening to Bon Jovi's "I'll Be There For You"... and in the song he sings:
I'll be there for you These five words I swear to you
Wait a minute... FIVE words? I always thought that "I'll" would count as two words.Doesn't it? Bon Jovi would definitely flunk college man. He'd exceed the word limit without knowing it.
I'll be there for you These SIX words I swear to you...
Yesh, folks. Tis that time of the month where Fluffy humps a few songs which have annoyed the living moose outta him. Oh, and joy... these just so happen to be the most OVER-PLAYED songs on Radio...
First off, we have that fat weird voiced kid, who sounds like has hasn't hit puberty and looks like an oversized chicken wing... he's 17.. and he's the "proud" singer of "Beautiful Girls".. Yeah, this song is annoying as hell! Everywhere you go... malls, in teh car, ramly stalls... handphones... THEY KEEP PLAYING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Enough already! Or people just may go "suicidal... suicidal... suicidalll"...
I ate all dem beautiful gals, datz why i'm fat
Up next, we have the ever so fugly, manly looking, Fergie. She can't sing for nuts! Yeah, songs like "My Humps", "Fergilicious" and now... the stupid emo-freaky-sounding "Big Trannies Don't Cry" which... is also... over...played.. I mean seriously over-played.. Common, IT cannot sing, all it does is strip and dance around strutting its stuff. What's London Bridge about? She talkin bout an archway her legs form and.. wait.. London Bridge doesn't have an archway to begin with! You ain't got no talent MAN!
I shaved my facial hair off today. Aren't I Fergilicious?
Next, we have that emo bunch of goth heads known as My Chemical Romance (that went really wrong and that's why I'm so emo) They're so gay and that song "I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday" gets on my nerves! Ack! Blinkin gay song, and the singer looks like a girl. There, i said it. You queer! Come on, chant with me now... "Emo, Emo, Emo!" Hope they cut their womanly wrists and die in a bathtub. Woot!
I like my make up. Don't you? Tee Hee!
Ahh, good to have that out of my chest. Let's all have a moment of silence, and pray that these forsaken songs mysteriously disappear from radio waves starting.... NOW!
Yes, yes, tis the month of July. College has begun for the "juniors". I still got 3 weeks worth of hols! hah! Aw who am i kiddin? I'll be in college most of the time anyway... Anyhoo, back to the purpose of this post. I hereby announce the top 3 most annoying songs of this month!
* drum roll *
- NUMBER THREE -
Song: Makes Me Wonder Artist: Maroon 5 Bottom line: With a faggoty name like Adam Levine, how can you NOT expect their songs to sound gay? Makes me wonder makes ME wonder why would they even come up with a song like this one!? It's being played over and over again on the radio, and my advice would to change teh Gawd damn station IMMEDIATELY upon hearing it. Verdict: Gay ppl listen to Maroon 5.
Gay on Maroon 5: "A few months ago I bought the CD wishing to hear “Harder to Breathe with the Penis in my mouth”, but when I arrived at the fourth track, “HE will be loved”, I couldn’t breathe and started jumping up and down a godzillion times because of excitement and who could forget their single “Makes Me Wonder (If I Am Gay")!?? Ever since that faithful moment, not a day has gone by in which I have not listened and shivered each time I hear Maroon 5. So, needless to say, I strongly recommend their CDs with all my heart (and any other part of my body). Thank you Maroon 5! You rock!"
- NUMBER TWO -
Song: Umbrella Artist: Rihanna Bottom line: umbrella ella ella eh eh eh!!!! OMFG!!! Upon hearing this song, i bet people wished they were deaf or wished for Rihanna's sudden and mysterious death and departure from the music scene. It's incredibly annoying and God, it gets stuck in everyone's head and makes everyone say "let me die please" Verdict: Ella ella ella eh eh eh... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- NUMBER ONE - and the most annoying song of July goes to....
Song: Girlfriend Artist: Avril Lavigne (Note: The resemblance of this GIRL'S name to the lead singer of Maroon 5) Bottom line: From a punk rocker SK8RGRL yadaa yadaa chick to a typical dumb stereotypical blonde bimbo. Avril sure has gone a long way. With this song's "deep" lyrical content... she must feel so proud. I mean... lyrics like:
Hey! Hey! You! You!I don't like your girlfriend!No way No way!I think you need a new oneHey! Hey! You! You!I could be your girlfriend... etc etc
Would you look at the depth and meaningfulness of that song!? Brilliant! And now just for you fans out there, they even have a Japanese version! Woooot!!!
Amresh to Avril, Adam and Rihanna: (yes, say it along with me now...) I KEEL JOO!!!
Original Song: 4 Non Blondes - "Hey!What's Going On?" Parody: Syncronos - "Hey!Who Moved My Bong!?"
25 years of my life and still I'm trying to get off that great big hill of dope for an occupation
I realized quickly when I'm really pissed that the cops are all saying that cannabis is banned ...or whatever that means
And so I try sometimes when my eyes are all red, just to get it all out what's in my head then I... I am feeling a little peculiar And when I wake in the morning and my brain is fried and I take deep breath, but I don't get high then I scream from the top of my lungs "Who moved my bong!?"
and I say hey... hey... I say hey, Who moved my bong?! and I say hey... hey... I said hey, Who moved my bong!?
Oh, oooh... Oh, oooh...
and I buy, man oh man do I buy I buy all the time For my favorite stoners and I pay, man oh man do I pay I pay every single day for the damn freeloaders! And so I try sometimes when my eyes are all red, just to get it all out what's in my head then I... I am feeling a little peculiar And when I wake in the morning and my brain is fried and I take deep breath, but I don't get high then I scream from the top of my lungs "Who moved my bong!?"
and I say hey... hey... I say hey, Who moved my bong?! and I say hey... hey... I said hey, Who moved my bong!? and I say hey... hey... I say hey, Who moved my bong?! and I say hey... hey... I said hey, Who moved my bong!?
Oh, oooh, oooh... 25 years of my life and still I'm trying to get off that great big hill of dope... wait, I can't remember...
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