-> "Body To Dispose Of"
Original Song Title:
"Method of Modern Love"
Parody Song Title:
"Body To Dispose Of"
The Lyrics
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
I'm in deep shite, killed a dude, right
Not cause of a fight
Nothin' happened with a bo-omb
I was usin' my hot iron
He called me a dumb nerd
I just wanted to say "piss off"
But my hand slipped and I burned through his face (yuck)
And now I ha-ave evidence I must erase
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Got a body to dispose of
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Lifeless body to dispose o-of
Flush down the loo? Well, my plumber
Not a clueless dude
He'll find a clue someda-a-ay
Burn the body? You see, the ashes
Would leave quite the sight
Won't need to be ace to tra-a-ace
Not smelly yet, so I better act now (yu-yu-yuck)
Before I can get caught by the stench most foul
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Got a body to dispose of
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Once my buddy, now he just flops (flops)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yu-yu-yuck)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Get rid of m-my old bud (yu-yu-yuck, yuck)
Can't slow up, g-get locked up (yu-yu-yuck, yuck)
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E (yu-u-uck, yuck)
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E (yuck, yuck)
Situation su-u-u-ucks
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Dig a hole? Could get dug u-u-u-u-u-u-up, ooh
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Damn, it's a heavy body to dispose o-o-o-of
Arms are hurting, bud
Gotta speed up, or I'll miss lu-unch
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E (send him into space? That's funny)
Pity that I lack the money
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Got a bag, right, seal him in tight
Now he's out of sight
Now where should I drop him off?
A tall cliff seems wrong
It's cliche with messy resu-lts (when it "spluts")
Kinda wish that I had the guts (S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E)
To call triple-zero, grow some balls and just own up
Also I wish these hands of mine (S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E)
Weren't so damn shaky for once, right
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E still with me
Can't think of how to dump my old bu-ud
I could cook him and serve him inside of a pie-ie (S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E)
But as a chef, far from divine
And my friend's on the heavy side (S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E)
So how would I explain the sudden thousand pies?
Got this human-shaped lump, how to du-u-ump?
But a plan is not (ooh-ooh-hoo-ooh) comin' u-up
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Least I'm all alone and stuff
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Ooooooooooooooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-woo-woo-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wait, I hear the cops pullin' u-up
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Why'd I waste my time singin'?
S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
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