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Song Parodies -> "All That Poundin' Bass"

Original Song Title:

"All About That Bass"

Original Performer:

Meghan Trainor

Parody Song Title:

"All That Poundin' Bass"

Parody Written by:

Plumb Bob

The Lyrics

Because you know
I hear that poundin' bass,
Sound of bass, no treble.
It's all just sounds of bass
From a spaced-out rebel.
I hear that poundin' bass,
Now my place, disheveled.
I'm mauled about the face
By that bass.

Yeah, that's what I hear.
I ain't kiddin' you.
My ears are achin', achin'.
It climbs up to my room.
'Cause I hear that boom-boom,
The yawl of noise shakes.
A car is out front,
My wall is quite quakin'.

I see the drab machine
Parked in the neighbor's lot,
To make a cocaine deal.
C'mon now, call a cop.
It's the cop's duty, duty,
Just cuff him up,
Because the slinkin' dude is perp-ish
And this throbbin's gotta stop

Yeah, I try to get some zzz's
The furious sound sure bites
I hear noise like a thunderstorm brewing.
The bolts just strike.
You know I can't sleep.
No slick singers's syllables sharply sound,
No melody to sing to.
At home in bed, my mood is down.

Because you know
It's all about that crate
With the bass, no treble.
It's stalled around my place,
And my drapes just tremble.
I call the cops and wait.
What a waste. Go mental.
Won't haul that lout away,
Doubt the case.

My living room is wracked,
Blown by decibels.
That gritty pitch attacks,
So, I'm just praying.
You know my sink is cracked.
There's wine in the cellar.
Ev'ry liquid drop has spurted,
And the bottles all have popped.

Yeah I'll never get no zzz's.
It's surely a sound despised.
It's a noise like a brittle board booming,
That goes all night.
You know I can't sleep.
The bricks trigger chillin'-toned garbled sounds.
I hope that dude gets jailed.
At home in bed, I brood and frown.

Because you know
I fear that poundin' bass,
Sound of bass, no treble.
I vault about in haste,
Mountin' bass, jolt-level.
My ears are drowned and ache,
Bound and race, don't revel.
I drawl about that base,
Lousy bass.

Because you know
I'm crawlin' 'round my place.
Shout and pace, so nettled.
Appalling bout of hate,
Grout displaced, then settles.
My walls are now defaced,
Clouted vase and petals.
I bawl about the waste,
House disgraced.

Because you know
I hear that poundin' bass,
Just the bass, no treble.
That galling sound of bass
From a crazed, loud devil.
I fear that mountin' bass.
House is razed and leveled.
They'll haul away the waste
From my place.

Lousy bass, lousy bass
Heh, Heh, Hey, hey, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You know I hate this bass...

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