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How 'bout another dumb song from Steve, for no reason?
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Shakes Are Off
03:25
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A parody of "Shake It Off" as performed by Taylor Swift
I want a chocolate shake
But the drive-thru makes me wait
These people in my way, mm hm
They're ruining my day, mm hm
I finally order up my shake
And I drive around to pay
But then the lady says no way, mm mm
There's no ice cream today, mm mm
That thing is oozing
But the stupid machine's refusing
To make the milkshake that I'm choosing
No chocolate no way and dammit this happens every night
Cause I just want a shake shake shake shake shake
But the milkshake machine always breaks breaks breaks, baby
How come McDonalds advertises milkshakes
When the shakes are off, the shakes are off, every time
Why can't you make make make a shake
Shouldn't be that tough for gods sake sake sake, baby
How come McDonalds advertises milkshakes
When the shakes are off, the shakes are off
Don't want nothing to eat
Don't want your mystery meat
Those nuggets ain't for me, mm mm
Dammit Mickey D, mm mm
I just wanted some dessert
Why you acting so butt-hurt
No I don't want yogurt, mm mm
I'd rather have a cup of dirt, mm hm
This is not amusing
The way you keep refusing
My business you'll be losing
If you don't work it out, get that stupid thing working right
Cause I just want a shake shake shake shake shake
But the milkshake machine always breaks breaks breaks, baby
How come McDonalds advertises milkshakes
When the shakes are off, the shakes are off, every time
Why can't you make make make a shake
Shouldn't be that tough for gods sake sake sake, baby
How come McDonalds advertises milkshakes
When the shakes are off, the shakes are off
The shakes are off, the shakes are off, off off
The shakes are off, the shakes are off, off off
The shakes are off, the shakes are off, off off
The shakes are off, the shakes are off
Hey hey hey! Just think, while you've been worrying about salads and lattes and stupid toys in the happy meals, you could have been making bank with this, thick, treat
So why's this man got a new girlfriend
Wendy's like oh my god, have a Frosty milkshake
Until the clown over there with the stupid red hair
Finds some technical support for that shake shake shake (machine)
Please drive around sir... no......
Cause I just want a shake shake shake shake shake
But the milkshake machine always breaks breaks breaks, baby
How come McDonalds advertises milkshakes
When the shakes are off, the shakes are off
Why can't you make make make a shake
Shouldn't be that tough for gods sake sake sake, baby
How come McDonalds advertises milkshakes
When the shakes are off, the shakes are off, always
The shakes are off, the shakes are off, cause you suck
The shakes are off, the shakes are off, wtf
The shakes are off, the shakes are off, come on
The shakes are off, the shakes are off
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A parody of "I Shot The Sheriff" as performed by Eric Clapton
The winter olympics came around
Recruiting in my hometown
They said they wanted to see me ski
Just go up the hill and then come down
They said to me, it's as simple as can be
And I say, okay, hold on just a second fellas, I've never
Done this before... you're gonna put those sticks
On my feet? I don't think so
I fell off the chair lift
So I did not even get to ski, ow, ow, man
I fell off the chair lift
Boy I hate the law of gravity
I told you, I've never done this, ow
The IOC really wanted me
For what, I don't know
Cause every time it's the agony of defeat
And I wind up face down in the snow, don'tcha know
And I throw up from the vertigo
And I say, I'm calling my lawyer, and my attorney,
And my insurance company, and you guys are
Gonna be sorry
I fell off the chair lift
And I hear my family bet against me
Can you believe that? Oh that's nice
I fell off the chair lift
Man oh man that sh*t is slippery
Maybe I'm adopted
I never heard the starting gun
But then I landed on the luje run
And somehow I took the gold though I was unaware
That I was in some kinda crazy habitrail sledding competition
Even though I broke both legs and a thumb, I still won
And I say, it's like this is a reality show, and a game
Show... I mean where's Wayne Brady? Or Howie Mandel?
No deal!
I fell off the chair lift
And nearly got an appendectomy
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
I fell off the chair lift
And I'm pretty sure I was pushed by the Great Luke Ski
He's a fake ski-instructor
Spanning the globe to bring you the wide world of sports!
Here comes this unknown, out of nowhere... a Cinderella story...
oh my goodness, look at him go! Wow... that snow is very very
cold... but it's so stimulating... here's your fifty bucks Steve...
oh good, now I can go home!
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The Sleep Disorder Song
03:17
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I can't sleep, I can't sleep, my brain repeats
Incessantly, these OCD, trivialities
And eventually, if I fall asleep, I can't breathe
Insomnia, and
Sleep apnea, ba dum bum bum
My CPAP never works that good, no good no good no good
I can't unwind, ba dum bum bum
Would someone please hit me over the head with a sledgehammer
I can't sleep, I can't sleep
I close my eyes, can't find no sheep
So I don't count sheep, I count shepherds
Bo Peep, Jesus, Samuel L Jackon in Pulp Fiction
Astronaut Alan Shepard, he was an astronaut
When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut
So I asssked, and they said Not
Wait I'm supposed to be counting sheep
Sheep apnea, ba ba ba baaaaas
Lamb chops they sure do taste good
So good, so good, so good
My stupid brain goes round and round
Round and round, round and round
Wouldn't it be great if you could win an award for this?
I'd like to thank my mother, and Alan Shepard
And my pharmacist who is no help at all
You hate me, you really really hate me
I'm trying to think about nothing
Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing Alan Shepard, damn you Alan Shepard
I'm trying to think about nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing Grapefruit... what?
Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
Did I turn off the oven?
I'm sure I did... probably... of course I did
I'm going to the kitchen to check on the oven
It's off, of course it's off, I think I'll make a sandwich
You know, I ordered some CBD, but someone at amazon is dyslexic
cause I got the Charlie Daniels Band box set instead
The devil went down to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich
Sleep apnea, ba dum bum bum...
I can't breathe, I'm so dumb
Who forgets how to breathe for crying out loud
I don't snore, YOU snore!
Shut up! YOU shut up!
I've been drinking decaf tea
Listening to the white noise machine
Breathing slowly and deeply
I'm almost there, now I have to pee
I shouldn't have drunk that gallon of pepsi
Now I've got restless leg syndrome like Elvis Presley, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Then all the next day, narcolepsy
Thank you, thank you very much
Is it weird that I fell asleep at McDonalds?
In the drive-thru
Or while pumping gas
Or watching the eclipse
Please drive around, sir
Do you think it's wise that I drive around while I'm a...
Sleep apnea, this song's so dumb
Geez I have to be up in three hours... two hours... I've got so much to do tomorrow...
one hour... I'm screwed... thanks to...
Sleep apnea, ba dum bum bum
Fifteen minutes of sleep would be pretty good
So good so good so good!
I think I hear banjos, ba dum bum bum
Would someone please hit me over the head with a canoe
The wheels in my brain are made of sheep, but I'm really bleeped cause I can't sleep
You hate me, you really hate me
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Mic Stand
02:25
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There's a song that�s coming up
For which I poorly planned
I look around the stage and I don�t see a f'ing stand
With both hands occupied
Playing my guitar
I quickly scan the audience and AHA there you are
Come be my mic stand
You can join me on the stage
Holding forth the magic stick that amplifies my rage
You're a mic stand
And I feel like such a jerk
You paid to see my concert
And I put your ass to work
Up there on the stage
Standing tall and proud
Arm outstretched to hold aloft
The thing that makes me loud
Your peers are usually tripods
Or have a metal base
But you're the only one I've met with two legs and a face
You're a mic stand
And you stand there while I shout
I'm sorry if I spit on you I hope it washes out
You're a mic stand
And I can't thank you enough
I wish I had more stage equipment that would buy my stuff
Okay um...there's supposed to be a solo here but you're just staring at me and
you�re like RIGHT THERE and it�s kinda making me self-conscious. Can you, like,
um, look over that way for a minute?Just for a minute? Okay, thanks.
Oh, you're a mic stand
Holding mics is what you do
Hey you've got another hand, man, can you hold my water too?
You're a mic stand
And I can't believe you're here
You paid to see my concert and I use you as my gear
You're a mic stand
Okay, I'm playing Minneapolis tomorrow. Get in the trunk.
Come on Brandon... let's go.
Okay!
Wait, no, you're a night stand
You stand there by my bed
You have a lamp and a water glass
And a book I claim I've read
No, you're a flight plan
You're the route the pilot chose
You're a technical piece of paper
That shows where the airplane goes
No, you're a sleight of hand
You're a clever magic trick
When the prestidigitator says hey pick a card
And he knows which one I picked
No, you're a white man
With a reasonable mortgage rate
While you deny your privilege
And you take and take and take
And you're a mic stand
Make me the butt of my own joke in my own song...
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The Hunting Song
01:14
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I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a mornin' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
The law was very firm, it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say, "There's nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' cute
And when something moves, you shoot!"
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow
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Friends
03:23
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A parody of "Friends In Low Places" as performed by Garth Brooks
It was must-see tv, in the mid-nineteen-nineties
When our tv's were not yet hand-held
Every Thursday night we'd, watch the zaniest whities
That we'd ever seen since Seinfeld
I don't know how they could rent, that huge apartment
When they were all supposedly broke
And now they're all back with a streaming contract
And I feel guilty cause I'm trying to be woke
Cause I watch Friends even though it's racist
I can't help myself, it's those familiar faces
They're a Netflix hit, and I'm so conflicted
Yeah I'm not big on Will and Grace
I like the pretty hetero white millionaires
Hanging out in their coffee place
Oh I watch Friends even though it's racist
Hey look! They're having coffee for hours in the middle of the day when they're supposed
to be at work. Oh. My. God. Could they BE any worse employees? We were on a
break! Hey. how you doing?
Yeah I feel ashamed, cause I know all their names
The actors and their characters too (even Gunther � James Michael Tyler)
I laugh and feel bad, at Chandler's old drag queen dad
And when they body-shame Monica, and the ugly naked dude
And all their other friends, are similarly Caucasian
They've never been to Harlem on the subway
They never lived on the street, never heard of poverty
Well except for Phoebe Buffay
Dammit I watch Friends even though it's racist
And every other joke is about who is gayest
It didn't age well, yeah I'm going to hell
If you like first-world problems and messed up face-lifts
It's lily-white homophobic fun for all ages
Hey let's watch Friends even though it's racist
Yeah I watch Friends even though it's racist
I can't help myself, it's those familiar faces
They're a Netflix hit, and I'm so conflicted
Yeah I'm not big on Will and Grace
I like the pretty hetero white millionaires
Hanging out in their coffee place
Oh I watch Friends even though it's racist
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Orange Maga Guy
02:20
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A parody of "Rocky Mountain High" as performed by John Denver
He was born into money that his daddy didn't earn
And now he's broke and he's selling nft's
And when he became president he only got one term
But he says he won, and his maga cult believes
He's the mar-a-lago orange maga guy
He keeps documents that are super-classified
Tells us he's a genius, and the dopes believe his lies
Orange maga guy, mar-a-lago
Orange maga guy, mar-a-lago
I really thought we were done with him but he simply will not go
Says things are rigged if the votes don't go his way
But if the daughter of Dick Cheney thinks you're a damn psycho
Hey it's time to take your orange butt and go away
He's the mar-a-lago orange maga guy
I hope they make this traitor testify (under oath)
The Q folks think he's Jesus, I think he's a pumpkin pie
Orange maga guy, mar-a-lago
Orange maga guy, mar-a-lago
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Little Gerbil
01:54
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A parody of "Oh Pretty Woman" as performed by Roy Orbison
Little gerbil, crawl on up my butt
Little gerbil, I hope you don't get stuck
Little gerbil
I'm just as horny as I can be
I shove little animals in me
Forceps,,,
Little gerbil, let's jump in the car
Little gerbil, and head to the ER
Little gerbil
I pushed a hamster, right up my tail
Now I'm a human habitrail
Nasty...
Little gerbil crawl right in
Little gerbil please don't pierce my intestine
Little gerbil swim right back to me
Little gerbil come out now
Little gerbil ow ow ow
Little gerbil have you seen my car keys
Cause I need you, although you stink
I love you gerbil, think I'll call you Lemmywinks
Little gerbil
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Go F Yourself
03:35
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A parody of "I Touch Myself" as performed by Divinyls
You bought a smart phone, or a fancy new tablet
It don't work anymore, you need some help with your gadget
So you give me a call, here at technical support
But I'm about as much help as a dang rectal wart
I don't care, though I know you need help
I'm busy playing wordle go f yourself
Ah, go ask your nephew, he just turned twelve
Oh no, hey bro, yo yo
I'm the guy working at the drive-thru
You're back there number ten in line
Please drive around, that'll be fifty bucks please
Oh no, did I forget your fries
You've pulled away, this transaction's complete
You're gonna eat what I gave you to eat
You can call my boss, she's gonna ignore you
This is Mickey D's, and we're not working for you
We don't care, you can go ahead and yell
We don't give refunds, go f yourself
Ah, the customer's wrong, you can all go to hell
Oh yes, yes yes, god bless
You've got a toothache cause you didn't floss
But dental ain't covered under Blue Cross
So your out of pocket, about twenty grand
But you still gotta pay your premiums, you really should read your plan
We don't give a s, you can go ahead and yell
We don't don't cover that, go f yourself
Ah, keep on paying just like everybody else
Oh yes, yes yes, f yes
I've paid you thousands of dollars over the years
I better go ahead get this done in Tanjiers
Ow, ow ow, ow
Ay yi yi yi
In America they don't care about our health
If you can't afford to be sick, go f yourself
We're not socialists like everybody else
You snowflake communist, go f yourself
Go f yourself, go f yourself
Go f yourself, go f yourself
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A$$hole Cats
02:05
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A parody of "Nashville Cats" as performed by The Lovin' Spoonful
Asshole cats, do whatever they freaking wanna
Asshole cats, don�t give a damn about me or you
Asshole cats, so cute when they was babies
Asshole cats, they bring dead stuff home to you
Well there�s 13 million and 52 evil kitties in Nashville
And there�ll be twice as many tomorrow cause they just can�t keep it in their pants-ville
Yeah, and they got billions of allergens, keeping me swimming in Benadryl and Advil
And they just sit around getting fat and watching me sweat on this stupid treadmill
Asshole cats, they don�t do what they oughta
Asshole cats, poo wherever they want to poo
Asshole cats, I hear they carry rabies
Asshole cats, but trust me, it�s illegal to dump them in the incinerator
Well there�s approximately 600 million of these cute little bastards worldwide
And though they�re perfectly suited to be outdoors we keep inviting them inside
Crazy cat ladies call em fur-babies and I just don�t see the appeal
So I blame Bill Murray cause I hear they�re making a third goddamn Garfield movie
Asshole cats, do whatever they freaking wanna
Asshole cats, you know horses aren�t the only things that can make glue
Asshole cats, when you die they�ll eat your face off
Asshole cats........ f you
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A parody of "Rubber Ducky" as performed by Ernie
This is a song about an allegedly funny songwriter
Who I don't like, and he doesn't like me
And when I wrote this song I put his name in it
But I'm not using his name because I don't want to get in trouble
So this song is called
Allegedly funny songwriter, you're no one
Career was over before it begun
Allegedly funny songwriter you're awfully bad it's true
Allegedly funny songwriter, I'll rejoice
On the day you quit making noise
Allegedly funny songwriter, everything you do is poo
Oh, every day when you start to play with Garageband
Using terrible midi tracks like these
You make audio that really ought to go in the trash can
I'm not a big fan of
Allegedly funny songwriter, it's the truth
You're the musical equivalent of a used douche
Allegedly funny songwriter, I'm awfully sick of
Allegedly funny songwriter, go bite your own d off
Allegedly funny songwriter, I'm awfully sick of you
Shut up
And if you're wondering who it is, you can
send me an email: steve@stevegoodie.com
And... fifty bucks
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Firefly
02:08
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A firefly's light, did you know that it means
The firefly's looking for the fly of his dreams
He can't write her a poem, with rainbows and moonbeams
It's all he could think of, it seems
Firefly, first one of the season
How come you are how you are
Just think about that, you crazy lit gnat
While I play this here solo on this here guitar
You crazy bug, I think I can relate
There were times I was so desperate I'd set my butt on fire to get a date
You nutty fly, I'll bet that really stings
I guess love really is a burning thing
Firefly, first one of the season
Why do you do what you do
You're so lovely and bright, on this warm summer night
And who are you looking for, do you know who
A firefly's light, did you know that it means
The firefly's looking for the fly of his dreams
He can't write her a poem, with rainbows and moonbeams
It's all he could think of, it seems
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A parody of "Over The Hills And Far Away" as performed by Led Zeppelin
Hey lady!
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So you think you've heard them all
Every Christmas song
Every yuletide carol that has ever come along
That's not quite true
We present one more to you
Mendel the Reindeer reported for work
On the 24th night of December
Mendel had come all the way from New York
Clutching an overnight letter
Saying Dasher was sick and a desperate St. Nick
Needed somebody healthy instead
But Santa didn't hire Mendel
He took a reindeer named Fred
Mendel, Mendel, Mendel, Mendel, Mendel
Mendel, Mendel, Mendel, Mendel, Mendel
What do you know about Christmas anyway?
What do you know? Oy vey!
Mendel asked Santa Claus, "Why'd you reject me?
So blatantly, anti-Semitically?"
But Santa said, "Mendel, that's simply not true
Just look around here, we're all Jewish too"
You know Herschel and Harry and Larry and Tevya
Lenny and Izzy and Yankel and Edna
Jewish reindeer one and all, each one of them is
They just changed their Hebrew names for showbiz
("Even Rudolph?" "Well, he's Hindu...")
Mendel-le, Mendel-le, won't you please believe
Who else would want to work for me every Christmas Eve?
Mendel Mendel, would you be mollified
If I said you're overqualified
Maybe you'd be better suited for a desk job
What do you say? Okay!
Mendel the reindeer reported for work
On the 26th day of December
Sorting complaints from the bad boys and girls
Who got socks instead of Nintender
And Dasher got well, and Fred went back to Jersey
To his job at the agnostic petting zoo
So what do we know about Christmas anyway?
It's Jews pulling the sleigh
Except for Rudolph, he's from Bombay
And oh, by the way
The Easter bunny's got an alternate lifestyle
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Orange cats, Muppets, and Zappa
That's all you need
Orange cats, Muppets, and Zappa
That's about all you need
Oh, and Dogbowl and Chris Chan
And you wouldn't mind a big bag of weed, and Butters
And orange cats, Muppets, and Zappa
That's really all you need
Your cat farts in his sleep and wakes himself up
People ask if that's true and I say yup, yup, yup
Yellow hair, cheesecake, and a ragtop Fiat
That's all you need
Yeah, yellow hair, cheesecake, and a ragtop Fiat
That's really all you need
Oh, and a pair of cheeseburger sneakers
And another bag of sweet west coast weed
And a fried egg in your yellow hair, cheesecake, and a ragtop Fiat
That's about all you need
Orange cats, Muppets, and Zappa
That's all you need
Orange cats, Muppets, and Zappa
That's all you need
Ah, and dog bowl and god help me Corey Feldman
And you wouldn't say no to a big bag of sweet west coast weed
But really all it is is orange cats, Muppets, Zappa
That's about all you need
And when you want to sing out, sing out
And when you want a big cold coke slushy
They often turn out to be free, to be free, to be free
The pajamas of my mind, they are doing fine
The pajamas of my mind, they are doing fine
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Silly Rabbi
04:36
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A parody of "Alice's Restaurant" as performed by Arlo Guthrie
I improvised the lyrics, so I can't see the point writing them down here...
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Steve Goodie Nashville, Tennessee
For as long as songwriters and musicians have been plying their creative wares, it's been understood that music is a funny business. For comedian/songwriter Steve Goodie, a slight twist might be more apt: "Funny is a music business."
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