Disclaimer: If writing parodies to songs that are older than dirt is illegal, than go ahead and shoot me.
We Three Teens
Original Song: We Three Kings
We three teens of Marching Band are
Trying to go to camp in one car.
It was loaded, our map corroded
And now we don't know where we are.
Oh-No!
He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,
And I'm the one who drives, alright?!
While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding
God! It has to be in sight!
The girl is one that I have known well
Years ago I made her life Hell.
Punching, Kicking, Slapping, Screeching,
And now we are friends, it's swell!
Oh-No!
He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,
And I'm the one who drives, alright?!
While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding
God! It has to be in sight!
He's the one who plays the Trombone
And for a while, he did play alone.
He keeps wooing and wants some screwing
He says he can make a girl moan.
Oh-No!
He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,
And I'm the one who drives, alright?!
While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding
God! It has to be in sight!
I am called the Goddess of Pit
With some sticks, the bells I do hit
Freshies bowing, Parents 'wowing'
Everyone else is shit.
Oh-No!
He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,
And I'm the one who drives, alright?!
While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding
God! It has to be in sight!
Someday soon I hope to get there
How it's done, I really don't care.
Driving, Flying, Boating, DYING
All this is too much to bear.
Oh-No!
He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,
And I'm the one who drives, alright?!
While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding
God! It has to be in sight!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Anyone who reads this and enjoys this has to be insane. Just like me.
