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Song Parodies -> "Stuck On The Ceiling"

Original Song Title:

"I Gotta Feeling"

Original Performer:

Black Eyed Peas

Parody Song Title:

"Stuck On The Ceiling"

Parody Written by:

the_conqueror_of_parodies

The Lyrics

Part of my "Blame It On The Pop" self-challenge. What goes through the minds of men duct-taped to the ceiling after a night of partying? Maybe something like-a this...
Stuck on the ceiling
I'm not clear on the how or the why
Yes, there was a big party last night
Was it after the eighth or eighteenth pi-i-int?
I'm thinkin'
Hard to do when you're off the ground, right
I think it was a dare or some shite
Or I passed out and my friends taped me ti-i-ight
The ceilin' (ooooo-hoooo)
Just woke up and I don't know the time
Is it one morning after or five?
It's unlikely, but I cannot think ri-i-ight
Bad feelin' (ooooo-hoooo)
That there's no-one else here, I'm stuck, right
I don't feel good bein' at this height
Removing the duct-tape will hurt like shi-i-ite
Oh jeez

Party last night
It sure was fun
Bits I remember
Guess I got drunk (jeez)
Well, more like plastered
Had too much plonk
No-one was sober
I wish we'd stopped (jeez)

Surprised that I've yet to fa-a-all
Heard that duct-tape won't give out
Thought those tales were ta-a-all
I feel like the height's gonna take it's toll
I'm hungover while hung-up
A bad combo I'm told (ch-ch-ch-ch-ch) (oh jeez)

And so I'm stuck
So pissed off
And now my ass is
Itching, oh God (jeez)
Can't reach around
Arms are stuck down
Wonder which douche
Posed me like a crucifi-i-i-ix?

Tried movin', can't move 'em, this itch is maddeni-i-in'
It's itchin', can't scratch it, can't move my arms (jeez)
Now the itch, is spreadin', can't scratch it, scratch it, scratch it
Damn itchin', I'm losin', my brain thing
While stuck on the ceilin' (ooooo-hoooo)
I don't know which room I'm stuck in, right
Is it the kitchen I'm stuck inside?
Not the bathroom, cause I would smell the shi-i-ite
I'm thinkin' (ooooo-hoooo)
Hard to do when you're hungover, right
And the duct-tape is really damn tight
Over my bits, don't like my nadges spli-i-iced
Oh geez

I see some light (Hey!)
Guess now it's dawn (thank God it's dawn)
Least it ain't shinin' (oka-ay)
In my eyeballs (my poor eyeballs) (jeez)
That would be nasty (nasty)
Or so I'm told (so I've been told)
Light when hungover (lights on)
Would hurt like balls (jeez)

Is that my buds (mates)
On the floor? (hey guys)
I'd best start shoutin' (wake up, wake up)
Until I'm hoarse (jeez)
Wake up, you clowns (wake up, clowns)
'Fore I fall down (fallin' down)
Right down on you (woo)
That won't be good for your hea-ea-ea-eads

I'm shoutin' "Start movin', start helpin' (start helpin') me, you gi-i-its"
I'm thinkin' (thinkin') this tape is losin' it's grip
Start movin' (movin'), you douches (you douches)
I'm slippin', slippin', slippin' (shit, shit, I'm slippin')
Least I think (I'm thinkin'), I'm slippin' (I'm slippin')
I'm hope not, hope not, hope not, hope not (hey, hey, hey)

Hear the snap, there it goes
Tape's givin' up (up-up-up-up)
Wake up now, sleepy schmoes
Before you're fucked (fucked-fucked-fucked-fucked) (jeez)
Tape will not hold for long
Soon I will flop (flop-flop-flop-flop)
On the ground, the hard ground
Hate that hard stop (stop-stop-stop-stop) (jeez)

Okay, please, mates, I need you awake (move it)
If you're not awake, I might fall on your face (move it)
Move-move-move-move-move your butts
Cause this damn duct-tape, tape
That shit's givin' way
Du-du-du-duct tape's givin' way

Now I'm feelin' (ooooo-hoooo)
That you're not gonna wake up now, guys
At least I won't fall from a great height
And you're right below me, a cushion, ni-i-ice
This ceilin' (ooooo-hoooo)
Held me hostage for far too long, right
Tape's gonna give out in about five
Seconds, so here I go, awkward swan di-i-ive

Ooooo-hoooo

Clearly they used some shitty duct-tape if it actually gave out. That or the singer was just that heavy that it counteracted the engineering magic that is duct-tape. YOU MAKE THE CALL.

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