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A parody of "Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)" as performed by My Chemical Romance

Parody number: 3,525

I'm not sure if I've already written a parody about kids asking a million questions. Though even if I have, it's kinda fitting to repeat it, y'know?

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So cute with the things they do, although I find that kinda varies The closer you are? Wow, it all falls down, your joy's now a void "Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma?"

Sucks to be stuck with a tot who's not breathin' They're not dead, they just talk, drive you mad for no reason Can't hit them at all, sure, it's bad, folks appalled Still won't stop, still won't stop, still won't stop their question generatin' Buggin' their mum or dad 'cause they keep seein' Things their brain hasn't got info on, so they're needin' Help from Dad or from Mum since they're big, they know all Askin' more, askin' more, askin' more until all eyes are twitchy

"Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (why are the flowers green?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (why did that lady scream?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (why can't I have ice cream?)?" Ev'ry day, ask more questions "Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (what number's after three?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (why does that bird hate me?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (why can't I go nakey?)?" Feel bad for ev'ry parent

More, askin' more, askin' more

Oh, I would turn into a madman If I was targeted by that brat And seein' other people have that means I don't have plans (nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) To have my own because I'd mad snap, child-shaped hole in the wall

"Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (can I lick the trolley?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (why is that money green?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (do you want my bogeys?)?" Ev'ry day, ask more questions "Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (can I press buttons, please?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (can I have more choccies?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (what does "goddamnit" mean?)?" Sounds like hell, that's apparent

And right here, right now, I can see their sanity slippin' The little children always openin' their mouths to keep on blabbin', never endin' They want to know it all, grab a million facts and maybe they will keep one inside their noggins Feel bad for the parents who can't just scream "Shut up!" They don't wanna come off as a jerk and their kid is still their whole damn world They love 'em, love 'em, that's no lie, they'll just ride, they'll just ride, they'll just ride They'll just ride, they'll just ride out, I simply lack that patience

"Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (can I pet that doggy?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (I'm bored now, can we leave?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (did you know I just peed?)?" My brain's hurtin' from their yearnin' "Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (what is that pooey smell?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (can I eat peanut shells?)? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma (what do you mean "oh hell"?)?" Pretty sure kids aren't for me Feels like a purgatory If your kid's quiet? Lucky, bro

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A parody of "Bye Bye Bye" as performed by NSYNC

Parody number: 3,524

Example number 6,834 of why I don't relate to the people I follow on social media as much as would be convenient.

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Hey, hey, Nye, Nye, Nye (Nye, Nye) Nye, Nye Oh, oh

I, I always see this guy, dork in a coat and a bow tie Quite popular online to ref'rence his stuff My, so reverently, it might be heresy To admit that to me, he's mostly unknown I don't think his show reached my shores, least not at times I'd be watchin' so I don't know 'bout Bill Nye, Nye, Nye (Nye, Nye)

Sure he made science cool for you Just another reason why I get confused An Australian online, I'm like "Who's Bill Nye, Nye, Nye (Nye, Nye)?" Well, not exactly, still just shrug Any single time that his name might come up Just escaped me for all of my life, no Bill Nye, Nye, Nye (oh, oh)

Truth: I hate the kind of douche who thinks missin' a show means you Have got the right to needle, dismiss and mock So because my TV did not get PBS, you see My childhood was just diff'rent, not one wrong But there's still somethin' in my core that hates the sight Of missin' what most folks adored, no Bill Nye, Nye, Nye (Nye, Nye)

The theme song's just another tune Doesn't make me feel any nostalgic moods It feels strange to say but I can't lie, had no Nye, Nye, Nye (Nye, Nye) I'm sure he really knows his stuff But that Epic Rap Battle just made me shrug (ooh, hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh) Weird Al saved it, the point stands that I had no Nye, Nye, Nye

Go back, watch what I missed? I'm sure That I just don't have the time because there's so much more (Nye, Nye) The science guy's far from the one And if I feel like I have to, it will be no fun No need to go back to school, I'm happy that you Had your heart touched, I'll be fine (Nye, Nye, Nye, yeah) Have your Netflix follow-up (follow-up) while I wonder what (Nye, Nye) I'd think that the time, Nye, Nye (maybe)

I was a nerd, that much is true (not a sporty guy, it's true) I had Horrible Histories books accrue (that's how I'd supplement school) (had no dust accrue) So I'm not sure I'd watch Bill Nye, Nye, Nye (Nye, Nye, oh) I'm glad you got nostalgic love (I'm sure I've got my own stuff) But when he's on Last Week Tonight? I just shrug (funny? Sure, good yucks) But my brain does not feel the same hype, Nye, Nye, Nye (Nye, Nye)

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A parody of "Dance Bear" as performed by Snakadaktal

Parody number: 3,523

A short little song deserves a little problem. As in, there's too little of what I paid for…

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I hear my gut roar, might sound cool, don't feel cool Thought I would score me a decent snack, no fear That I'd spoil dessert 'til then, I've got some time

Lies? Not quite there, won't be full, fair I can't eat your bagged air Chips are still there but it's not fair I can't eat your bagged air

Not what I'm needing, looked so fine, chips divine Full to the brim with cheesed delights but when I Opened it, it hurt 'cause what I found inside

Was space to spare, don't feel that's fair I can't eat your bagged air Value price there? My derriere I can't eat your bagged air

Don't feel despair, compelled to swear I can't eat your bagged air Chips are still there but it's not fair I can't eat your bagged air

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A parody of "Princess of China" as performed by Coldplay & Rihanna

Parody number: 3,522

I've never created my own sci-fi world but I can get how it would be tricky to create multiple unique cultures. This is not the way to solve that…

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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh

Escape from real life and all its facts With science fiction staged in far-off crazy lands Well, you'd think so, sometimes ain't so Good amount of times, it seems the part Of "creation"? Just "find-and-replace" from the start Oh-ooh-whoa, oh-ooh-whoa-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh

Not talking the types that just try To fake like they're Star Trek's forgotten child Not ripped off, swear not ripped off at all I'm talking the types where the designs Are simply real life cultures that fly throughout space, mate Why do they have to go, have to go and do a thing that inane?

Please do not ask me "Is this still a big thing?" Research is a hassle, it would still sting To know it was a trope And if you ask me "Is this such a bad thing?" Should be aware that strangulation sure stings This trope is hella gauche

Did not try hard, la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la It's now a farce, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh

Inspiration is neat, replication should leave I want alien scenes, oh-oh-oh-oh, not just China but green "Least they're not yellow"? Please, oh-ooh, that low bar is too deep, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh It's hard to be unique, ooh-ooh, but this way just hurts me

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A parody of "S-Class" as performed by Stray Kids

Parody number: 3,521

Nobody likes a suck-up. Except the people they're sucking up to, I guess. And even then I'm getting off track.

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I'm appalled 'cause I see somehow you got promoted before me One question will solve that: just how brown is your nose (nose, nose, nose, nose)?

I can't say you're too green, that's our fatigues Puns aside, not my grief Joined up at the same time, remember how Cap would go: "Clean it up, clean it up, jackass" The messes that were made were not at all my fault, dipshit, dipshit, dipshit Hurts when my efforts to make that known All failed because you love to kiss brass, "Best of the best"? Yeah, my ass The flag you launched into the sky? The six-lagers-deep tank joyride? All swept under the rug, that isn't right, clear you suck

You didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't earn this, no (spare me) Didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't put in any work (dipshit ev'ryday) Fake promotion, fake promotion, fake promotion from my point of view Fake promotion, fake promotion, no way that I will call your ass "Sarge"

Call me a weirdo but rank-ups should go to people who seem like they're able to handle new duties And to say that you qualify for it? Bullshit, bullshit, worse than Beetle Bailey, dude, please Lazybones, lazybones, never workin', run off at the slightest hint That there's somethin' that you might have to do, that won't suit a sloth, no, no It can't be on-field expertise that saved you, buddy Any barn's broad side's safe when you're aimin', they shouldn't like it, 'kay? Should've been kicked out six weeks ago And so it's pretty clear you kiss brass, "Best of the best"? Yeah, my ass When one can't even salute right, ev'ry attempt just hittin' eyes Sometimes it's yours and sometimes you hit mine, clear you suck

You didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't earn this, no (spare me) Didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't, didn't bother to do work (dipshit ev'ryday) Fake promotion, fake promotion, fake promotion, why'd it go to you? Fake promotion, fake promotion, I refuse to call your dumb ass "Sarge"

It should be me who's now "Sarge" but don't you dare get that wrong I'm not some jealous tool or someone who's climbin' the ranks up, yeah, yeah 'Cause anybody else in this squad at that rank would cause far less brain pain, yeah But do I have evidence of your dumb ass bein' a brown nose? I think so, yeah

Face it, if you were tryna keep it secret Wouldn't hand-deliver your bribes in person, eejit Though I wouldn't do it, know discretion's needed And a little lie so my case is weakened Can see the card you've written, it's got both the "To" and the "From" Font's big enough to see from space, your name's in the latter, moron And I know your last name, share it with the gen'ral A nepotism cherry on the sundae of "You asshole"

You're no "Sarge", fool, ah Not my "Sarge", fool, still a dipshit ev'ryday Fake promotion, fake promotion, fake promotion, I might quit, it's true Fake promotion, fake promotion, better leave than forced to call you "Sarge"

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A parody of "Teacher's Pet" as performed by Melanie Martinez

Parody number: 3,520

Time to put the "bust" in "door buster"! No, not like that…

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Need a breacher to get inside this location Dudes did somethin' heinous, don't ask, my brain is vacant Because of the failure that's been never-endin', I'm pissed How the hell have we missed (feel like a twit)? This shouldn't be such a big problem, maybe a few grenades could help us, sounds crazy I've set off sixteen and all that it gave me was a headache, geez I want these guys to not escape me and I doubt that they will because this place seems Impregnable and that grates me

Breached? Not yet To catch the villains, just need to get in, yeah, simple as all that And yet I rip Out my hair from a brand new failed attempt, don't you dare tell me crap Because I've done all the methods that I know, I fear My gumption may not last, then I'm screwed, no more pay this year Breached? Not yet Can't catch the villains without a way in (way inside)

I kinda hope they like it in that cage, they might just die in there, can't pry it Bounty's greater for "or Alive"? Well We'll call "let them starve" Plan B, move on, stow that lightbulb 'cause I already tried it The "pretend there's pizza" stunt No windows to bash in, the walls are crazy solid, construction guys sure weren't lazy I wish they were then my plans would be gravy and wouldn't fail me And the real solid-ass foundation is stoppin' my tunnels from makin' ways in It's not right, though least no cave-ins

Breached? Not yet To catch the villains, just need to get in, yeah, doesn't sound all bad And yet I sit (I sit) Outside a buildin' with no cracks in it and tons of empty mags Feel like a numbnut, there must be one trick not tried here Things should be built to last, they might be stuck inside for years Breached? Not yet Hard to arrest 'em without a way in (way inside)

They can't spend the money that they went and stole, those dummies are screwed Websites can't take cash, plus we cut the Wi-Fi neat So while I feel the dummy, least they're locked in with dumb homies, it's true Who gives up first? Refuse to do so

Breached? Not yet (ah-ah) To catch the villains, just need to get in (get inside, get inside), yeah, yet to make it crack I do regret (regret) Jammin' the phone lines because I have yet to get a letter back From the slick douche who made this invincible wall here Need a back door and fast, don't want a siege that lasts for years Breached? Not yet Is the door locked? Well, of course it isn't (oh, that's nice)

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A parody of "Rise Up (Reprise)" as performed by Foxes

Parody number: 3,519

I don't think there's a way to cheekily introduce the topic of today's parody. Not without feeling like a need a good slap across the face, anyway.

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If I was a girl, don't think I'd hold back all my rage

A common sayin' said to people who leer Somehow in comedic shows Is it so funny? The rebuke is, I guess The situation's one that should leave forevermore

"Eyes up right now, eyes up right now, eyes up" You know where they're aimin' right now "Eyes up right now, eyes up right now, eyes up" Sad they have to say it out loud

Disrespectful, the bit's so old That the only types of jerks who say it know the score

"Eyes up right now, eyes up right now, eyes up" Doubt that it's an accident now "Eyes up right now, eyes up right now, eyes up" No shock if they're knocked to the ground

Wouldn't argue 'gainst a punch when the douchebag follows up With an "I know", no props for not pretendin' "Eyes are up here", common call as if the net's lackin' scores Of the things they stare at, chuds need some rendin'

Eyes up (oh, oh-oh), eyes up (oh, oh, oh-oh) Eyes up (oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh) Eyes up (oh, oh-oh), eyes up (oh, oh, oh-oh) Eyes up (oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)

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