Alanis Morissette covers Black Eyed Peas “My Humps” video

A crazy cover of “My Humps” done by Alanis Morissette. The “My Humps” lyrics are below the video.

Lyrics: “My Humps” by Black Eyed Peas
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
Brother, I ain’t askin’,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion’s,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,

She’s got me spending.
Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gonna do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky right.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just trying ta dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin’ got you,

She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gonna do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gonna do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

Aha, aha, aha, aha (x4)

She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

Electric Light Orchestra – Mister Blue Sky Lyrics

ELO Lyrics – Mister Blue Sky

Sun is shining in the sky
There ain’t a cloud in sight
It’s stopped raining everybody’s in a play
And don’t you know
It’s a beautiful new day hey, hey

Running down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly in the city
On the streets where once was pity
Mister blue sky is living here today hey, hey

Mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waiting
And today is the day we’ve waited for

Hey there mister blue
We’re so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Everybody smiles at you

Mister blue sky, mister blue sky
Mister blue sky

Mister blue, you did it right
But soon comes mister night creeping over
Now his hand is on your shoulder
Never mind I’ll remember you this
I’ll remember you this way

Mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

Hey there mister blue
We’re so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Everybody smiles at you
(vocal part)

Rollin with Saget

The Jaime Kenedy music video for Rollin’ with Saget featuring the “Full House” dad, Bob Saget. The lyrics are below the video.

Rollin’ with Saget Lyrics:

You are now about to wittnes the strenghth of Bob Saget

Have you ever had one of those nights that started off so damn good? No fights, no fuss…
It’s understood that when you go bar, man we aint leavin till those girls in the car

Well this night started off just like that except Jamie’s in the driver seat, Sagets in the back.
We rollin on twenties to the club pull up front Sagets in the back seat rollin a blunt

Valet opens up the door to park the car the bouncer at the front don’t wanna let us in the bar
Bob says “Here let me show him some affection”, then he walked up wound up cold clocked decked him
Started screamin for that bitch to respect him next thing ya know were in the VIP section when a crew like this run deep you wanna brag who you rollin with man, I’m rollin wit Saget

Who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

Down on nights simmer everybody’s gettin tipsy Bob’s in a booth with a chick from Pachitski he’s ordering a Dom Perignon just drinkin it from the bottle makin plans to leave the club with three models.

That’s when DMX and 50 Cent walked in (nuh uh) Bob stood up and said “Who are you again?” At first all they did was sit around and stare till X pushed Bob (OW) and 50 hit him with a chair he’s in a cardigan, khakis, shoes and no socks yo want a hard core mother fucker pulled out a glock I got a cock as big as a donkey hard as a rock and trigger finger itcher of the chicken pox

Everybody threw there hands in the air
Bob’s drunk wit a gun and he just don’t care
We on the floor he on the table now fireing shots
Paris Hilton’s on the cell phone calling the cops
He blew the smoke off the tip of his gun Bob Saget, bitch, you betta ask someone

Who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

Bob grabbed us and sluts and ran out the back door
says he’s still feelin funny and he’s hungry for more
He’s in the back seat gettin busy again
askin the girls if there lesbians (Are you?)
The girls start kissin now my dicks gettin hard.
Let’s go to by place the hot tub’s in the back yard
I got beer head maybe and an ounce of kush.
Yo J pull over I gotta pee in a bush.

When you rollin wit saget there’s no time for rest.
This motherfucker’s flippin bottle caps off of a chest singin
you this is Bob Saget this is what I do
my house my car this is my crew ahhhh
I love to hang with you Kennedy and Stu and chill the main streets of Malibu Good night boys
tomorrow night we gonna do it again

Bob Saget, MY BEST FRIEND

Who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

Ba ba ba ba bob ba ba ba Bob Saget ba ba ba Bob Saget sa sa sa Saget…

Big dealers.. Bd.. Ba brca bob .. Big dealers.. Big dealers….big big big big dealers… Mother fucker in a cardigan sweater..

“Goodnight Michelle”

Shakira – Hips Don’t Lie Lyrics

Shakira Lyrics – Hips Don’t Lie

Ladies up in here tonight
No fightin’, no fightin’
We got the refugees up in here

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

I’m on tonight
You know my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, this is perfection

Hey Girl, I can see your body movin’
And it’s driving me crazy
And I didn’t have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancin’

And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected – the way you right and left it
So you can keep on shaking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I’m on tonight
You know my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on lets go, real slow
Don’t you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I won’t deny my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, this is perfection
Shakira, Shakira

Oh boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know
That’s a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle del dia

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle del dia

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

Señorita, feel the conga, let me see you move like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi, say it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi

Yeah
She’s so sexy every man’s fantasy a refugee like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like when ‘pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty
I need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch us? [Shakira/Wyclef Jean]
Colombians and Haitians
I ain’t guilty, it’s a musical transaction
No more do we snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas ’cause we own our own boats

I’m on tonight, my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel you boy
Come on let’s go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto

Oh, you know I won’t deny and my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel it’s right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection

No fightin’
No fightin’

Lyrics: Ben Folds – Jesusland

Ben Folds Lyrics: Jesusland

Take a walk
Out the gate you go and never stop
Past dollar stores and wig shops
A quarter in a cup for every block
And watch the buildings grow
Smaller as you go

Down the tracks
Beautiful McMansions on a hill
That overlook a highway
With riverboat casinos and you still
Have yet to see a soul
Jesusland

Town to town
Broadcast to each house
They drop your name
But no one knows your face
Billboards quoting things you’d never say
You hang your head and pray
For Jesusland

Miles and miles
and the sun’s going down
Pulses glow from their homes
You’re not alone
Lights come on
As you lay your weary head
On their lawn

Parking lots
Cracked and growing grass
You see it all
From offices to farms
Crosses flying high above the malls
Along the walk
Through Jesusland

Remember to let her into your heart

Remember to let her into your heart” this Valentines day. Here is the classic Beatles tune, “Hey Jude“:

Hey, Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey, Jude, don’t be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders
Well don’t you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

Hey, Jude! Don’t let her down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember, to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin
You’re waiting for someone to perform with
And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey, Jude,
You’ll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder

Hey, Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Enya – Only Time Lyrics

Enya Lyrics – Only Time

Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time

And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time

(some crazy chants*)

Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time

And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love dies?
Only time

(some more crazy chants*)

Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be,
In your heart.

And who can say when the day sleeps,
The moon still keeps on moving
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart

(EXTENDED crazy chants**)

Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time

And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time

Who knows?
Only time

Who knows?
Only time

* Crazy chants something like this:
“We got a day, we got a day, we… got … day….
We got a day, we got a day, we got … a day….”

** Extended crazy chants:
“We… got… a.. day…
we… got… a.. day…
we… got… a.. day…
we… got… a.. day ohhhhhhhh!”

Green Day – American Idiot lyrics

GREEN DAY LYRICS

“American Idiot”

Don’t wanna be an American idiot.
Don’t want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

Well maybe I’m the faggot America.
I’m not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

Don’t wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It’s calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

Green Day – Jesus of Suburbia lyrics

GREEN DAY LYRICS

“Jesus Of Suburbia”

[Part 1]

I’m the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I’m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don’t believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else’s cocaine

And there’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I’m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don’t believe in me

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone’s heart
Doesn’t beat the same
It’s beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn’t say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee

[Part 3: I don’t care]

I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t
I don’t care if you don’t care
[x4]

I don’t careeeeeeeeee

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don’t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don’t believe
And I don’t care!
I don’t care! [x4]

[Part 4: Dearly beloved]

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuse

[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don’t exist

So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don’t feel any shame
I won’t apologize

When there ain’t nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you’ve been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
Ah you’re leaving home…

Baby Alice – Monstertruck

Straight from the clubs of Sweden is this delightful song about prostitution and safe sex. I have to admit I laughed my ass off the first time I heard this:

Making me ready for a hard night out
To were the ladies scream and shouts
I got it served and I’m always tight
(You’re always tight, you’re always tight)
Asking you one thing before our night!

Chorus:
Are you protecting your eggs?
’cause I’m gonna be between your legs
Are you protecting your eggs tonight?
I got a Monstertruck
And you are the one I’m gonna ….
I’m your Monstertruck tonight!

The Harbor is the place for me
Where all the ladies starts at three
And there you stand always waiting for me
(I’m waiting for you, I’m waiting for you)
And my only question has to be!

Chorus:
Are you protecting your eggs?
(I am protected)
’cause I’m gonna be between your legs
Are you protecting your eggs tonight?
(I am protected, I am protected)
I got a Monstertruck
(You got a Monstertruck)
And you are the one I’m gonna ….
I’m your Monstertruck tonight!
(You wanna try me? You have to buy me!)

Stick. Who do you think you are, picking me up into your car?!
Paying me with your money
Begging me to call you honey!
I do what you pay me for, no more – no less…
The answer to your question is yes, yes, YEEES!

Chorus:
I am protecting my eggs!
(Are you protected?)
So you can Cum between my legs
You can “drive” me all night long!
(I gonna drive you, I gonna drive you)
I want your Monstertruck
(I got a Monstertruck)
You only need a 100 bucks
With no money you can’t …
(I got the money, I got the money)