The official Lit quarantine for song parodies

Didn't do the repetitive second half.

I got my mind set on boobs
I got my mind set on boobs
I got my mind set on boobs
I got my mind set on boobs

But it's gonna take money
A whole lotta strip club money
It's gonna take lap dance money
To suck them right, child

Ain't gonna waste time
On nothing smaller than 35s
It's gonna take paychecks and time, ummm
To make it, to make it, to make it, to make it, to make it,
To make it rain, child

I got my mind set on boobs
I got my mind set on boobs
I got my mind set on boobs
I got my mind set on boobs

And I don't care if they're real
Those titties that I feel
And if I put my dirty mind to 'em
I know that I can motorboat 'em

I got my mind set on boobs
Set on boobs
I got my mind set on boobs
Set on boobs



*dies laughing!*
 
AF isn't the only one that can use Ms. 66 as fodder.

England swings like Wild_Honey do
Bobbies a'ridin' her two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
Was where she was ridden' by the Night Captain

Now, if you wear some fluff and you finally Skype enough
Honey, you can take your libido on a trip across the sea
Bare your tits before you take your trip, let me tell you how it go
Get off to Engeland, oh

England swings like Wild_Honey do
Bobbies a'ridin' her two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
Was where she was ridden' by the Night Captain

Parting your pyjama top and humpin' his mustache
Your arse is out the window sill, your knickers in the grass
We mock the way you accent-queen, but all in vain
Gushing at the dapper men with cock-a rings and canes

England swings like Wild_Honey do
Bobbies a'ridin' her two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
Was where she was ridden' by the Night Captain
 
AF isn't the only one that can use Ms. 66 as fodder.

England swings like Wild_Honey do
Bobbies a'ridin' her two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
Was where she was ridden' by the Night Captain

Now, if you wear some fluff and you finally Skype enough
Honey, you can take your libido on a trip across the sea
Bare your tits before you take your trip, let me tell you how it go
Get off to Engeland, oh

England swings like Wild_Honey do
Bobbies a'ridin' her two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
Was where she was ridden' by the Night Captain

Parting your pyjama top and humpin' his mustache
Your arse is out the window sill, your knickers in the grass
We mock the way you accent-queen, but all in vain
Gushing at the dapper men with cock-a rings and canes

England swings like Wild_Honey do
Bobbies a'ridin' her two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
Was where she was ridden' by the Night Captain

Fucking priceless Y, way to go, Miss Honey has been immortalized in song :D
 
Skank City by Not Jan and Dean

Three holes for all the boys...
I've got a really big penis and I'm sportin' a woody
(Skank City, here I come)
I'm goin' to a place where there's plenty of booty
(Skank City, here I come)
I'll get a babe in the back seat and then I'll go nuts
I'll leave her looking just like a
glazed donut

And I'm going to Skank City 'cause my balls are so blue
You know I'm going to Skank City gonna shoot all my goo
You know I'm going to Skank City gonna get me some poon
You know I'm going to Skank City gotta shoot it real soon

I'll roll me up a doobie while her mouth gets a-goin'
(Skank City, here I come)
It doesn't take too long until my cock starts a-growin'
(Skank City, here I come)
Well, with her two pouty lips, I'm a real lucky guy
She's in it in a minute, gets my jizz in her eye.

And I'm going to Skank City 'cause my balls are so blue
You know I'm going to Skank City gonna shoot all my goo
You know I'm going to Skank City gonna get me some poon
You know I'm going to Skank City gotta shoot it real soon

Three holes for all the boys...
 
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Don't It Make My Brown-eye Blue by Not Crystal Gayle

Don't know why my butt's so unused
Don't know why you won't clog my flue
My colon sees no more goo
And don't it make my brown-eye blue

My rectum is now so unlucky
You used to love to butt fuck me,
Now you put down the lube
Don't it make my brown-eye blue

I didn't mean to fart so bad
Just my lunch, the beans that I had
One would love you, if you'd let one
I'm so sorry that it was a wet one

Don't know why our love is in danger
You used to be such a rump ranger
Now my mud pie you rue
Don't it make my brown-eye blue

I'm not asking you to love me
It's not glue, it's just lube
My ass misses you every minute
It's so sad when you're not in it

Don't know why my bowels are so empty
There is no guard, no poop chute sentry
My asshole is gaping for you
Don't it make my brown-eye blue

Don't it make my brown-eye blue...
 
Um...to cleanse the palate...

Went to a orgy the other night
All the ladies were treating me right
Sucking my meat to the disco beat
How in the world did they peg my seat
All of a sudden things began to change
We were on the dance floor acting deranged
Impaled, in my arms, she began to cluck
Look at us, it's a disco fuck

(Donald Duck voice) Ah get down Litsters, I've got to have me a good-un , ha ha ha ha ha
(backing singers) Disco, disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Got to have me a good-un
(backing singers) Disco, disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Oh get down Litsters
(backing singers) Writhe and buck, don't be a cuck, disco
(Donald Duck voice) Disco
(backing singers) Disco
(Donald Duck voice) Disco
(backing singers) Disco
(Donald Duck voice with backing singers) Disco
(backing singers) Disco disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Oooo mmmm
(backing singers) Disco disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Ah get down Litsters, oh Litsters shake your pale peckers, ha ha ha ha ha
 
Um...to cleanse the palate...

Went to a orgy the other night
All the ladies were treating me right
Sucking my meat to the disco beat
How in the world did they peg my seat
All of a sudden things began to change
We were on the dance floor acting deranged
Impaled, in my arms, she began to cluck
Look at us, it's a disco fuck

(Donald Duck voice) Ah get down Litsters, I've got to have me a good-un , ha ha ha ha ha
(backing singers) Disco, disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Got to have me a good-un
(backing singers) Disco, disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Oh get down Litsters
(backing singers) Writhe and buck, don't be a cuck, disco
(Donald Duck voice) Disco
(backing singers) Disco
(Donald Duck voice) Disco
(backing singers) Disco
(Donald Duck voice with backing singers) Disco
(backing singers) Disco disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Oooo mmmm
(backing singers) Disco disco fuck
(Donald Duck voice) Ah get down Litsters, oh Litsters shake your pale peckers, ha ha ha ha ha

Hahahaha!
 
Our favorite fascist rocker (at least most of the song)

Here she comes again now, baby
She's a little in heat
Asking to be collared now baby
Has Hello Kitty on her sheets

Now she's been bratty for so long,
But she wants him to get his way
She wants to be in a stranglehold, baby
He best not make her wait

Oh she can act like a bitch now, baby
But she wants to be brought around
And if his hand swats on her bum, baby
He'll turn her reddish brown

She will obey him, believe me
He'll put her in her place
She wants to be in a stranglehold, baby
In him she trusts her fate

Sometimes she's wearing pajamas
And sometimes panties with a bow
Some people say she'll act old someday
I got news, her child ain't gonna go

 
I really need a bigger challenge.

Iiii'm Honey's Brit the Eighth I am
Honey's Brit the Eighth IamIam
I hooked up with a tart across the shore
She's been Britted seven times before
Annnd every one was British (British!)
Couldn't be from Sweden or Japan (No sir!)
I'm her eighth old chap, I'm Honey's
Honey's Brit the Eighth I am

Second perv, same as the first

Iiii'm Honey's Brit the Eighth I am
Honey's Brit the Eighth IamIam
I hooked up with a tart across the shore
She's been Britted seven times before
Annnd every one was British (British!)
Couldn't be from Sweden or Japan (No sir!)
I'm her eighth old chap, I'm Honey's
Honey's Brit the Eighth I am

H O N E Y....Hooney....Hooney
Honey's Brit the Eighth IamIam
Honey's Brit the Eighth I am
 
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Dedicated to the Fet/Sex board

You don't have to be a nympho
To turn me on
I just need my diaper changed
From dusk till dawn
You don't need to be a milf
To tie me up
You just keep on flogging me
I'm gonna show you my Prince Albert

You don't have to be a bitch
Or be a little girl
It would sure be cool
To sound my tool
Ain't no particular kink I'm more in subspace with
I just want your JOI and your

[Muah muah muah muah muah]

Piss

You can make your feet dirty, baby
And it's gonna impress me
You can't be my gilf or mama
If you want to crossdress me (Yeah)
I want to have dark fantasy
With an enema of wine
You can just go and hoist me
Using newly wound twine

You don't have to be a bitch
Or be a little girl
It would sure be cool
To sound my tool
Ain't no particular kink I'm more in subspace with
I just want your JOI and your

[Muah muah muah muah muah]

Piss

Giving women "pearls" rules my world
I said it rules my world
Love your arches, mama (sniffed your shoes twice)
Sniffed your shoes twice
C'mon, give my ass a twirl
Dressed like a domme on Dynasty
You have an attitude
You just leave the straps on me
Your scraps will be my food
Yeah

You don't have to be a bitch
Or be a little girl
It would sure be cool
To sound my tool
Ain't no particular kink I'm more in subspace with
I just want your JOI and your

Piss
 
At the store today, I was loudly singing a Joni Mitchell song that was on the sound system. Yeah, a guy in his 50s singing a song that Joni did in her 20s. I got a look or two.

She must pay for that.

The way I see it, she said, I just can't hit it
Everybody's in it to give me pain
You can't blow 'em all
There's always somebody dissing my toy dog
I look my best and me and Nicole do good business
There's a lot of people dying for my time
They're trying to get some head
Find some cock, be a good friend of mine

I saw three man in Paris
I felt disgusted at the sight
There was nobody wanting this heiress
Until the coke helped them decide
You know I'd go back home tomorrow
But for the work I've taken on
Stoking the crab-making machinery
Behind her popular thong

I deal in wet dreamers, sighers and screamers
Lately I wonder about that whore
When they have their way
It's like parting through hangar doors
And thrusting down the Champs-Élysées
Bottle service in the cabaret
Thinking how I need to find
A new good friend of mine

I saw three men in Paris
I felt disgusted at the sight
A macabre Eiffel Tower
A smattering of high-fives
You know I'd go back home tomorrow
But for the work I've taken on
Stoking the crab-making machinery
Behind her popular thong
 
I once again heard Free Man in Paris at the grocery store!

He's a real pervy man
Cock within his pervy hand
Saving all his pervy plans for nobody

Has a tab at Deja Vu
That is where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Pervy Man, cock glistens
You can hear him a'hissing
Pervy Man, your right hand is at her command

He's going blind presently
Porn is all he wants to see
Pervy Man can you see me at all?

Pervy Man, should worry
Don't waste time, please hurry
The lube is gone, and somebody wants to lend you her hand

Has a tab at Deja Vu
That is where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Pervy Man, cock glistens
You can hear him a'hissing
Pervy Man, your right hand is at her command

He's a real pervy man
Cock within his pervy hand
Saving all his pervy plans for nobody
Saving all his pervy plans for nobody
Saving all his pervy plans for nobody
 
Yda's been seeming a little down. I thought a post in his thread might cheer him up, so . . . .


I saw her today in 'Ask Me a Question'
Her flirt was more than I could stand
I knew she would make a connection
The Lister men were at her command

No, you can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
But if you try a newb sometime, you’ll find
You get what you need

But she went down to the GB station
To get her fair share of abuse
Singing, "I wanna cyber with Lunation
If I don't, I go to Lyrics and look for Blues"

No, you can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
But if you try a newb sometime, you’ll find
You get what you need

I went down to the naughty toy store
To get your fantasies filled
I was standing in line with Wild Honey
And man, did she look pretty lewd
We decided that she should have a spanking
Over my knee, with her ass so red
But I showed my cock to Wild Honey
Yeah, and she said one word to me, and that was "Head"
I said to her

No, you can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
But if you try a newb sometime, youÂ’ll find
You get what you need

You get what you need, yeah, oh baby

I saw her today in 'Ask Me A Question'
In her trail was her satisfied man
She said she’d avoided conception
Well, I could tell by her cum-stained hands

No, you can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
But if you try a newb sometime, you’ll find
You get what you need

No, you can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
You can't always get who you want
But if you try a newb sometime, you’ll find
You get what you need
 
I thought I was having a fever dream, seeing this on Page 1. Anyhoo, thanks, AF. I have a couple of concepts brewing
 
Have we trashed Schoolhouse Rock yet? No? Cool!

When Reginald was home with sweet Lu, uh-huh-huh,
The missy knew just what to do-hoo.
She showed some affection
Sought a beef injection
And gave Reginald a huuuge erection

Hey! What's up!
Ouch! That grip!
Yow! That's not fair not using your mouth down there!

Huuuge erections (Hey!) show excitement (Yow!) or emotion (Ouch!).
They're generally set apart from flaccid, looking like an exclamation point,
Or like a comma when the feeling's not as strong.

Though Geraldine made him her pet, uh-huh-huh
Geraldo knew he'd top her ye-het
He started a-stretchin'
Despite her objections
And Geraldine scoffed at his huuuge erection

Well! You've got not much!
Oh! I've never had to strain in all my life!
Hey! Your dinky's kinda cute!

Huuuge erections (Well!) show excitement (Oh!) or emotion (Hey!).
They're generally set apart from flaccid, looking like an exclamation point,
Or like a comma when the feeling's not as strong.

So when you're happy (Explode!) or sad (Squirt!)
Or frightened (Tennnn!) or mad (Cucumber!)
Or excited (Rich!) or glad (Viagra!)
A huuuge erection starts a party right.

The dame was tied, not moving at all, uh-huh-huh,
When Franklin was ready to ball ba-hall.
He slammed his connection
Lost his sense of direction,
And he found the wrong place for his huuuge erection.

Aw! I didn't say there!
Darn! You just lost your mind!
Hurray! You just made me change teams!

Huuuge erections (Aw!) show excitement (Darn!) or emotion (Hurray!).
They're generally set apart from flaccid, looking like an exclamation point,
Or like a comma when the feeling's not as strong.


So when you're happy (Explode!) or sad (Squirt!)
Or frightened (Tennnn!) or mad (Cucumber!)
Or excited (Rich!) or glad (Viagra!)
A huuuge erection starts a party right.

Huuuge erections (Hey!) show excitement (Hey!) or emotion (Hey!).
They're generally set apart from flaccid, looking like an exclamation point,
Or like a comma when the feeling's not as strong.

Huuuge erections show excitement or emotion,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... YEA!

Darn! It happens to every guy!....doesn't it?
 
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