Song Lyrics Generator

Newbunkle · Feb 5, 2011

I really enjoyed the weird lyrics generator Aimeeandbeatles posted in the O/T Raves thread, so I decided to look for more. And then I found a site that allows you to create an entire song (lyrics only):

Song Lyrics Generator

Here's my fine example:

The Tale of My Ginger Rentboy Lover
- A Ballad

It began on a greasy Christmas morning:
I was the most evil Tory around,
He was the most ginger rentboy.

He was my lover,
My ginger lover,
My rentboy.

We used to finger so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to slap together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one morning, one greasy morning,
We decided to slap too much.
Together we shot the Queen.
It was greedy, so greedy.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so blue.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He snitched on a drug dealer.
Alas, a drug dealer!
My lover snitched on a drug dealer.
It was filthy, so filthy.

The next day I thought my lips had broken,
I thought my bottom had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that morning,
That greasy Christmas morning.

My bottom... ouch!
When I think of that ginger rentboy,
That ginger rentboy and me.

Generated on 05/02/2011 17:50 by The Toffs

Here's how I filled in the form in case you want to know (I'd already selected a ballad):

Spoiler :

W|M · Feb 5, 2011

When Your Life is Full of Rotten Smelly Feet and Pigeons
- in the style of REM

Colds suck and englands suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to release an album,
But your life is full of smelly feet and pigeons.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Martin Luther King,
You want Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva,
But all you see is Thierry Henry.
Oh Thierry Henry.
Oh colds and englands, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of chocolate and wonder.

Colds suck and englands suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to release an album,
But your life is full of smelly feet and pigeons.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Martin Luther King,
Goodbye Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva,
And good riddance to Thierry Henry.
Oh Thierry Henry.
Oh colds, englands, will pull you under,
Drain your life of chocolate and wonder.

Colds suck and englands suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to release an album,
But your life is full of smelly feet and pigeons.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Martin Luther King,
Dance with Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva,
And put a curse on Thierry Henry.
Oh Thierry Henry.
Your life is rotten,
But get out and release an album.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with civfanatics.com.
Carry a fork to help you along.

Get out and release an album.

Generated on 05/02/2011 22:28 by Insomaniacs

Midnight-Blue766 · Feb 5, 2011

Living For Something in a Grue Penny-farthing
- In the style of The Beatles
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your IBCM,
I want to hold your IBCM,
I want to hold your IBCM.

Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me figure out whether every even number can be expressed as the sum of two primes.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me reconcile General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics.
Now let me hold your IBCM,
I want to hold your IBCM.

Imagine there's no fish.
It's easy if you try.
No moose in the sunken city of R'yleh,
Above us only bison.
Imagine all the people,
Living for something...

You may say I'm an existant,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become under my control.

All you need is SCIENCE!.
All you need is SCIENCE!.
All you need is SCIENCE!, SCIENCE!.
SCIENCE! is all you need.

We all live in our grue penny-farthing,
Grue penny-farthing, grue penny-farthing,
We all live in our grue penny-farthing,
Grue penny-farthing, grue penny-farthing.

Oh yeah!

Generated on 05/02/2011 23:50 by Indian East British Company

W|M · Feb 5, 2011

Civ song.

Civilization
- An Original Song

I get on with life as a CFCer,
I'm a hilarious kinda person.
I like CFCing on Sundays,
I like Playing Civ in the week.
I like to contemplate OT.
But when I start to daydream,
My mind turns straight to Forum Games.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about Forum Games with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's OT making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
OT or...
Forum Games?

I like to use words like 'Civilization,'
I like to use words like 'Fanatics.'
I like to use words about OT.
But when I stop my talking,
My mind turns straight to Forum Games.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about Forum Games with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's OT making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
OT or...
Forum Games?

I like to hang out with Sid,
I like to kick back with Thunderfall,
But when left alone,
My mind turns straight to Forum Games.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about Forum Games with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's OT making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
OT or...
Forum Games?

I'm not too fond of Civ V,
I really hate Poland,
But I just think back to Forum Games,
And I'm happy once again.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Generated on 06/02/2011 00:37 by The CFC Song!

Omega124 · Feb 5, 2011

Living For War in a Purple M1 Abrams
- In the style of The Beatles

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your M1911,
I want to hold your M1911,
I want to hold your M1911.

Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me win Afghanistan.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me kill Osama.
Now let me hold your M1911,
I want to hold your M1911.

Imagine there's no terrorists.
It's easy if you try.
No dimplomats in Iceland,
Above us only idiots.
Imagine all the people,
Living for war...

You may say I'm a crazed gunman,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become nuked over.

All you need is more dakka.
All you need is more dakka.
All you need is more dakka, more dakka.
More dakka is all you need.

We all live in our purple M1 Abrams,
Purple M1 Abrams, purple M1 Abrams,
We all live in our purple M1 Abrams,
Purple M1 Abrams, purple M1 Abrams.

Oh yeah!

Generated on 06/02/2011 00:58 by Kaiserreich

I swear to god I didn't think it would fit this good. XD

Truthy · Mar 17, 2011

The Tale of My Dumb Whore Sex
- A Ballad

Spoiler :

Living For High Cholesterol in a Yellow Nuclear Powered Tank
- In the style of The Beatles

Spoiler :

Omega124 · Mar 17, 2011

Spoiler :

Luckymoose · Mar 19, 2011

Fighting the Fool with Hammer
- in the style of The Cranberries

In America,
In America, we are fighting,
With pencil, and hammer,
And egg, and towel.
In America,
In America we are cryin',
In America,
Burger King and me.
We're in America, in America,
Burger King and me.

But I m in so deep,
I'm such a fool for Burger King,
Burger King's got me wrapped around a finger.
Do I have to go to heaven?
Do I have to, do I have to go to heaven?
Oh, I thought the world of Dairy Queen.
I thought nothing could go wrong.
But they were a psycho, but they were a fool.

In America, in America,
Burger King and me.
We're's in America, in America,
Burger King and me.

Dendrow · Apr 11, 2011

interesting program... i may have to try it out sometime!

GoodGame · Apr 13, 2011

I bequeathed Justin Bieber and I liked it
- In the style of Katy Perry
This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, candle in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention

I bequeathed Justin Bieber and I liked it
The taste of his faggy lips
I bequeathed Justin Bieber just to try it
I hope my mom don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I bequeathed Justin Bieber and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter,
You're my experimental game
Just human nature,
It's not what,
Bay shrimp people do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I bequeathed Justin Bieber and I liked it
The smell of his funny ears
I bequeathed Justin Bieber just to try it
I hope my mom don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I bequeathed Justin Bieber and I liked it
I liked it,

Those boys they are so magical
Faggy lips, funny ears, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I bequeathed Justin Bieber and I liked it
The sound of his cute fingernails
I bequeathed Justin Bieber just to try it
I hope my mom don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I bequeathed Justin Bieber and I liked it
I liked it

I liked the feel of his Sooper-Hawt teeth
I liked the feel of his Sooper-Hawt teeth.

Generated on 14/04/2011 02:08 by The Travelling Winerschnitzels

GoodGame · Apr 13, 2011

The Pasty White Moon and the Government Shut-down
- In the style of Grease The Musical
Pasty White Moon, you saw me picking one's nose alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without Donald Trump's birth certificate of my own.

Pasty White Moon, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A Donald Trump's birth certificate I really could care for.

And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'The Magic Obamalalama Ding-Dong'
But when I looked, that Moon had turned to a government shut-down!

Oh oh oh...

Pasty White Moon, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a government shut-down of my own.

You better shape up,
'Cause I need a Donald Trump's birth certificate,
And instead I got a government shut-down.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this government shut-down and me are through!

We go together,
Like Glenn Beck and Jon Stewart, Like Jon Stewart and Glenn Beck.
Remembered forever,
As unpopular unpopular unpopular idiotic-idiotic boom de boom de boom.

Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
How to rein in trillions of deficit dollars?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the government shut-down a joke?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding Donald Trump's birth certificate?

Picking one's nose dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those picking one's nose nights.

Generated on 14/04/2011 02:15 by The Faux Newsettes

GoodGame · Apr 13, 2011

That's why Lord Coors Light is a A Corporation
- In the style of Frank Sinatra
"Have you met Lord Coors Light?"
Someone said as we shook hands.
He was just Lord Coors Light to me.

Then I said, "Lord Coors Light,
You're a gentleman who understands,
I'm a man who must be buzzed."

"'You better Enjoy a nice independently brewed beer, you better not drive drunk,
You better not start fights, I'm telling you why,
A sixpack of Heinecken is comin' to town!
A sixpack of Heinecken is comin' to town!
A sixpack of Heinecken is comin', comin' to town."

I practiced every day,
To find some clever lines to say,
To make the meaning come through...

And then I went and spoilt it all, by saying something stupid like:
"Burp."

I can see it in his eyes, that he despises flat beer,
Like the day before.

He loves alchohol,
He hates drunk drivers,
He loves drunk people with money.

That's why Lord Coors Light,
That's why Lord Coors Light,
That's why Lord Coors Light is a corporation.

Burp.
Burp...

Generated on 14/04/2011 02:19 by Gratuitous Superbowl Advertisers

salty mud · Apr 14, 2011

The Tale of My Beautiful Student Lover
- A Ballad
It began on a fat december night:
I was the most caring student around,
She was the most beautiful student.

She was my lover,
My beautiful lover,
My student.

We used to climb so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to walk together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one night, one fat night,
We decided to walk too much.
Together we obliterated dog.
It was black, so black.

From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so big.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

She called them a Jew a non practising shia Muslim.
Alas, a non practising shia Muslim!
My lover called them a Jew a non practising shia Muslim.
It was red, so red.

The next day I thought my ears had broken,
I thought my thumb had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that night,
That fat december night.

My thumb... ouch!
When I think of that beautiful student,
That beautiful student and me.

GamezRule · Apr 14, 2011

The Tale of My Horny Therapist

It began on a large Tuesday midnight:
I was the most fat unemployed electrician around,
She was the most horny therapist.

She was my therapist,
My horny therapist,
My therapist.

We used to eat so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to skip together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one midnight, one large midnight,
We decided to skip too much.
Together we kissed a hooker.
It was empty, so empty.

From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so weak.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

She spat Dr Krass.
Alas, Dr Krass!
My therapist spat Dr Krass.
It was purple, so purple.

The next day I thought my appendix had broken,
I thought my nose had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that midnight,
That large Tuesday midnight.

My nose... ouch!
When I think of that horny therapist,
That horny therapist and me.

Generated on 14/04/2011 19:42 by The Rodgers

GoodGame · Apr 14, 2011

A Tiny Kinda Burglar
- An Original Song
He gets on with life as a burglar,
He's a tiny kinda chap.
He likes eating and smoking a pipe.
He likes to contemplate 1st breakfast.
But when he starts to daydream,
His mind turns straight to 2nd breakfast.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Sometimes I look at him and I look into his eyes,
I notice the way he thinks about 2nd breakfast with a smile,
Curved lips he just can't disguise.
But he thinks it's 1st breakfast making his life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for him to decide which he loves more?
1st Breakfast or...
2nd Breakfast?

He likes to use words like 'precioussssssss' and 'breakfast.'
He likes to use words about 1st breakfast.
But when he stops his talking,
His mind turns straight to 2nd breakfast.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Sometimes I look at him and I look into his eyes,
I notice the way he thinks about 2nd breakfast with a smile,
Curved lips he just can't disguise.
But he thinks it's 1st breakfast making his life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for him to decide which he loves more?
1st Breakfast or...
2nd Breakfast?

He likes to hang out with Gandalf and Thorin.
But when left alone,
His mind turns straight to 2nd breakfast.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Sometimes I look at him and I look into his eyes,
I notice the way he thinks about 2nd breakfast with a smile,
Curved lips he just can't disguise.
But he thinks it's 1st breakfast making his life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for him to decide which he loves more?
1st Breakfast or...
2nd Breakfast?

He hates adventures and dragons.
But he just thinks back to 2nd breakfast,
And he's happy once again.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Generated on 15/04/2011 02:11 by Middle Urth

or

A Tiny Kinda Burglar
- An Original Song
He gets on with life as a burglar,
He's a tiny kinda chap.
He likes eating and smoking a pipe.
He likes to contemplate 1st breakfast.
But when he starts to daydream,
His mind turns straight to 2nd breakfast.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Does he love 2nd breakfast more than 1st breakfast?
Does he love 2nd breakfast more than 1st breakfast?

He likes to use words like 'precioussssssss' and 'breakfast.'
He likes to use words about 1st breakfast.
But when he stops his talking,
His mind turns straight to 2nd breakfast.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Does he love 2nd breakfast more than 1st breakfast?
Does he love 2nd breakfast more than 1st breakfast?

He likes to hang out with Gandalf and Thorin.
But when left alone,
His mind turns straight to 2nd breakfast.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Does he love 2nd breakfast more than 1st breakfast?
Does he love 2nd breakfast more than 1st breakfast?

He hates adventures and dragons.
But he just thinks back to 2nd breakfast,
And he's happy once again.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Generated on 15/04/2011 02:12 by Middle Urth

Midnight-Blue766 · Apr 14, 2011

I burned everything and I liked it
- In the style of Katy Perry
This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, flamethrower in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention

I burned everything and I liked it
The taste of his burning corpse
I burned everything just to try it
I hope my therapist don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I burned everything and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter,
You're my experimental game
Just human nature,
It's not what,
Burning people do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I burned everything and I liked it
The smell of his burning corpse
I burned everything just to try it
I hope my therapist don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I burned everything and I liked it
I liked it,

Those boys they are so magical
Burning corpse, burning corpse, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I burned everything and I liked it
The sound of his burning corpse
I burned everything just to try it
I hope my therapist don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I burned everything and I liked it
I liked it

I liked the feel of his burning corpse
I liked the feel of his burning corpse.

Generated on 15/04/2011 02:28 by a Pyromaniac

GoodGame · Apr 14, 2011

Good Job.

classical_hero · Apr 15, 2011

The Blue Moon and the Worms
- In the style of Grease The Musical
Blue moon, you saw me masturbating alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without helicopter of my own.

Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A helicopter I really could care for.

And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'
But when I looked, that moon had turned to a worms!

Oh oh oh...

Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a worms of my own.

You better shape up,
'Cause I need a helicopter,
And instead I got a worms.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this worms and me are through!

We go together,
Like Johnny and Jane, Like Jane and Johnny.
Remembered forever,
As terrible terrible terrible contrited-contrited boom de boom de boom.

Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Why can't i get a girlfriend?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the worms a joke?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding helicopter?

Masturbating dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those masturbating nights.

Generated on 15/04/2011 11:36 by Flying High

lordsurya08 · Apr 23, 2011

The Tale of My Sexy Accordion Player Lover
- A Ballad
It began on a fast Sunday twilight:
I was the most sexy pimp around,
She was the most sexy accordion player.

She was my lover,
My sexy lover,
My accordion player.

We used to bonk so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to eat together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one twilight, one fast twilight,
We decided to eat too much.
Together we pissed on Pookie the Pie Maker.
It was speedy, so speedy.

From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so acrimonious.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

She smacked Spoonerman.
Alas, Spoonerman!
My lover smacked Spoonerman.
It was hungry, so hungry.

The next day I thought my aorta had broken,
I thought my toenails had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that twilight,
That fast Sunday twilight.

My toenails... ouch!
When I think of that sexy accordion player,
That sexy accordion player and me.

lordsurya08 · Apr 23, 2011

This one is EPIC WIN:

I pissed on Mao Zedong and I liked it
The sound of his extremely sexy aorta
I pissed on Mao Zedong just to try it
I hope my lawyer don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I pissed on Mao Zedong and I liked it
I liked it

I liked the feel of his well-educated nose hair
I liked the feel of his well-educated nose hair.

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Chieftain

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Red, White, & Blue, baby!

Red, White, & Blue, baby!

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Inconceivable!

Red, White, & Blue, baby!

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