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Song Parodies -> "Yell Lots At Beaus (Those Twenty-Somethings)"

Original Song Title:

"Cell Block Tango"

Original Performer:

Chicago

Parody Song Title:

"Yell Lots At Beaus (Those Twenty-Somethings)"

The Lyrics

Hungarian translation is provided at the bottom, where all those male scum belong.
Pubs!
Stinks!
Itch!
Uh-huh!
With a ho!
Dipschitz!
[x2]

"And now, these six scary girlfriends here will now sulk in outrage, and spit hot emissions as they yell lots at beaus."

Pubs!
Stinks!
Itch!
Uh-huh!
With a ho!
Dipschitz!
[x4]

Those twenty-somethings!
Those twenty-somethings!
Those bozos drive us all insane!
They're rude and drink beer!
But never clean-up!
I bitch abuse at 'em with disdain!

Pubs!
Stinks!
Itch!
Uh-huh!
With a ho!
Dipschitz!
[x2]

You know on weekends, most guys visit taverns all over town.... like Ernie.
Ernie liked to booze lots. At saloons. PUBS.
So I waited up one night.
Boy, I was really irritated when dickhead stumbled in at six thirty.
And there's Ernie swaying like a souse, stinkin' o' beer and spewing.
"So, where you been?"
"PUBBIN'!"
"Oh." I said to him, then said, "You want to pub crawl all night?"
And he did.
So, a hooked machete off the wall helped his plight for crawling lots...
...slit through his legs!

Those twenty-somethings!
Those twenty-somethings!
Those bozos drive us all insane!
They're covered in hair!
And chew on peanuts!
I bitch abuse at 'em with disdain!

Mike smelled of foetid, unwashed, salt-caked litter.
He showered two days a month.
So a mouldy reek of Pringles made me spit and cough, night and day.
Oh, his farts would linger forever!
He loved to burp, had B.O.
I'd ignore his stink, that dank simmer.
But patience ran out.
"Michael!" I scolded.
"Rinse in a bath! My nose is halfway perished!"
But beau loved his stink's bite.
One of those morons, ya know.
At that time, I just came 'round.
Why pick on his stink? I'm used to it!
And lo, some guys improve smell as carcasses!

Those twenty-somethings!
Those twenty-somethings!
Just take up showering next time!
Men are such losers!
And such obtuse twits!
Oh, what's a girl to do with such slime?

Now I'm ranting and I'm bitching.
Marvin had an itch a minute.
Grinding at his gross testes.
And in come my boss's children for some lemonade.
"What's he doin', that sick man?" one says.
Marv was lazy, he just kept scratching!
"Kids, stop viewing this sick man!" yelled my boss Stan, and I was fired.
So then I set fire to Marv's hives!

Quit clawing down there!
Don't paw your penis!
An itch is not an excuse to wank!

Voltam keltezés egy idióta.
Ő látszik tehetetlen -ból emberi beszéd , enged egyedül akármi forma -ból kommunikáció.
Minden ő tett volt röfögés.
Találtam egyet ki ő volt hívott Sam -ból neve cédula!
De Voltam szerelemben , tehát keresztül neki elvenni.

(Wow! So... what did he say? )

"Uh-huh."
Halgatag!


My escort, Japonica Dubai, was just lovin'-packed.
Rode a flash new Harley, used to take me out to clubs.
Always first class, always displayed tact.
He did these charismatic things, did my beau.
Swans, shows, beads, balls, wine,
Trips, carnivals, skin dips, ship docks... one night after another.
So this one night before we hit the town, (it was inevitable)
He ceased his romance, packed up his bags and demanded the price for five nights out on the town.
Me, gobsmacked, hope it's a lark, but dear Japonica was hardly pulling at my leg, it seemed.
A gigolo!
Well, I had not thought he'd feigned his love,
So discreetly backed out while man-whore gathered his things.
It wasn't until later, as I was cursing how romance is dead,
I realised that I hadn't payed.

Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
Those men, they run me up the wall!
(Up the wall!)
They're such a nuisance!
(They're such a nuisance!)
Get off the planet!
(Get off the planet!)
Girls should rebel here and fry them all!

Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
They are such dumb things, thick as logs!
(They need to shower off that grime!)
Why have a duet?
(When one's a screw loose!)
They are all halfwits!
Girls should rebel here and fry them all!

I loathe male dipschitz more than they hate posy bouquets.
They are all such fat spastic guys... senseless twits... self-centred.
Why are girls always crying? Cuz of those louts!
They go out every night, snooker with the pals,
A pub or three.
So uncouth, drab as, so hairy and perving.
I guess you can say a bloke sucks because of genetic differences.
That why my lovers are fine,
As I'm lesbian!

Perverted chump, chump, chump, chump, chump!
You're gettin' dump, dump, dump, dump, dumped!

Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
Those men, they run me up the wall!
(Those men, they run me up the wall!)
They're all so useless!
(They're all so useless!)
A bunch of boozers!
(And then they're snoozers!)
Girls should rebel here and fry them all!

Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
Those twenty-somethings!
(Those twenty somethings!)
Those bozos drive us all insane!
(Those bozos drive us all insane!)
Get new underwear!
(Get new underwear!)
Or at least clean it!
(Or at least clean it!)
I bitch abuse at 'em with disdain!

You wanna pub crawl all night?
Rinse in a bath!
Marv's hives!
Találtam egyet ki ő volt hívott Sam -ból neve cédula!
That was unforeseen... a gigolo!
Genetic differences.

Pubs!
Stinks!
Itch!
Uh-huh!
With a ho!
Dipschitz!
*= I was dating an idiot. He seemed incapable of human speech, let alone any form of communication. All he ever did was grunt. I found out he was called Sam from his name tag! But I was in love, so asked him to marry me... how dumb!

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Michael Pacholek - August 09, 2005 - Report this comment
A very tough song. A five? You had it comin'. Come to think of it, I should thank you for putting muh girl Catherine Zeta-Jones on the baord. Oh why, oh why, won't she leave her sugar granddaddy?
Stray Pooch - August 09, 2005 - Report this comment
Good grief! I can't believe you went to the effort to parody the spoken portions - and so well. This was a hell of an effort! 555 is a given but my hat is off to you for taking on this one and nailing it.
Red Ant - August 09, 2005 - Report this comment
'Fraid I don't know (or remember) this one, but looks like a heck of a lot of work on a tough song.
Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni) - August 10, 2005 - Report this comment
Uh-huh! ;)
john ulvang - August 10, 2005 - Report this comment
WoW!555

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