Well This Song is Just Not Terrible, it is Bad
(An interpolation of the Alabama song: Well the 20th Century Wasn't all that Bad)
Verse 1
Well, this song is just not terrible, it is bad.
It's so inane and pathetic, truly sad.
With honky tonk voices, and poor lyric choices,
I wanna bang my head against a wall.
Oh when I here this music I get so mad!
Well, this song is just not terrible, it is bad.
Verse 2
I wish I had a gun to stick in their side,
If I ever said I liked this, then I lied!
So many bad chord changes, and hard voice ranges,
Singing hicks, oh, someone please give me a brick.
If I had a whip I'd take it and tan their hide!
I wish I had a gun to stick in their side!
Mini Verse
Call Dr. Kevorkian, kill me now,
Give me one good punch and I nail 'em—POW!
If I were one of them I'd wish there were somewhere else I could be,
Instead of in a crappy band that can't sing on key…
Verse 3
Now this song's really starting to blow,
I'll shoot my myself if I hear—don't 'cha know!
Bad music taste, oh, why doesn't this please haste?
I don't have all this time to waste!
Maybe they should just call it quits and go!
Well now this song's really starting to blow.
Mini Verse
Form utter boredom to sheer annoyance,
I think we all should form an alliance,
To ban this country music-rama!
Let's call it…Down with Alabama!
Verse 4
Oh God, this song is dragging on too long,
It feels like a hundred years have come and gone!
I wouldn't listen again even if you tried,
To make me, I'd have stood up and cried,
"Thank God it's over, that makes me so glad!
No stronger feeling of relief have I ever had!
Well this song was not just terrible, it was bad!"
Phew! Thank God!