You're A Sicko (Alejandro Parody)

Yup, you guessed it, this is a second Lady Gaga ribute which consists of a parody made up by two idiots(ie: Jia Win+Terence). Try singing it.

I know that you are dumb,

And I know that you won't understand me,

But I'm just going to tell you anyway

You're a sicko.

She's got her head,

In the toilet.

And she can't get it out,

Can't get it out.

And she wears a glove

Inside outto.

Just got a splinter on her finger

Around you.

You know that I hate bitches

They're like Najib, but worse!

At this point i gotta let

All hell break lose…

Don't get near me,

Don't get near me, you're a sicko.

I'm not a bitch,

Not a bimbo,

Unlike you…

Don't wanna look,

Don't wanna hear,

I just wanna get away from here.

Now go away.

Now go away, stupid bimbo…

You're a sicko,

You're a sicko.

You are such a sicko,

You are such a sicko. (x2)

Just stop. Please. Just let me go. You stupid bimbo. Just let me go!

She's not crazy,

She's just an idiot

But her boyfriend's like so blind, like so blind.

But all the truth breaks, out before him.

Now he's just gonna go, commit suicide.

You know that I hate bitches

They're like Najib, but worse!

At this point i gotta let

All hell break lose…

Don't get near me,

Don't get near me, you're a sicko.

I'm not a bitch,

Not a bimbo,

Unlike you…

Don't wanna look,

Don't wanna hear,

I just wanna get away from here

Now go away.

Now go away, stupid bimbo…

You're a sicko,

You're a sicko.

You are such a sicko,

You are such a sicko. (x2)

I'm not insane,

I'm not like u,

Oh please do go…
I’m celibate,

I ain’t desperate, no more sicko.

Don't come near me,

Don’t come near me, stupid bimbo

Don’t wanna see, don’t wanna f***, get away now!

Don't wanna look, don't wanna hear, stupid bimbo…

Don't get near me,

Don't get near me, you're a sicko.

I'm not a bitch,

Not a bimbo,

Unlike you…

Don't wanna look,

Don't wanna hear,

I just wanna get away from here

Now go away.

Now go away, stupid bimbo…

You're a sicko,

You're a sicko.

You are such a sicko,

You are such a sicko. (x2)

Don't get near me,

Don't get near me, you're a sicko.

I'm not a bitch,

Not a bimbo,

Unlike you…

Don't wanna look,

Don't wanna hear,

I just wanna get away from here

Now go away.

Now go away, stupid bimbo…

You’re a sicko.

Written by: You Should Know By Now...

Edited by: Same as last time-Me

As mentioned before, the writers of this song parody insist that this is, in no way, an attempt to offend, insult or hurt Lady Gaga, because they both are fans of her anyway and would like to treat this simply as a tribute to Gaga.


Note!: The Najib mentioned in the post is NOT our 'beloved' PM. Ok?

Sleep(Telephone Parody 2)

Ok, we've finally done it! I and Jia Win have come together-on MSN, that is-to make a parody of the famed Telephone by Lady Gaga.

Jia Win will post his copy later on but since he can't right now(his blog is under some sort of development stage), I'll post mine first:

Sleep*

A collaboration between Terence and Jia Win.

(Lady Gaga)

Hola hola monsters my name

Is Lady Gaga,

Did u know that my

Real name is Stefani Germanotta.

Hey-Hey-Hey please don’t sleep,

I’m not even done with it,

(Jiawin and Terence)

Sorry, we have to go

We’re kinda sleepy.

K-kinda sleepy,

K-kinda sleepy,

Sorry we cannot hear you we’re kinda sleepy.

(Gaga)

Just this second,

I’m about to sing Paparazzi,

Baby you'll be famous,

Chase u down until u love me.

(J & T)

You shoulda made a damn schedule,

You knew that we’re sleepy.

And now you won't stop singing shit,

We’re really sleepy!

(Gaga)

Stop sleeping, stop sleeping,

I still wanna sing Poker Face!

(J & T)

We left our ears and our minds in the bedroom.

(Gaga)

Stop snoring stop snoring,

I can't hear myself anymore!

 (J & T)

We left our ears and our minds in the bedroom.

(Gaga)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop ignorin' me!

(J & T)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm sleepy!
(Gaga)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop ignorin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

I’m sleepy…

(J & T)

Can sing all you want

But no-one'll hear

And you're not gonna be a superstar!

Cuz we’re locked in our rooms,

And dreaming 'bout girls,

And you're not going to be a superstar!

(J & T)

Can sing all you want

But no-one'll hear

And you're not gonna be a superstar!

Cuz we’re locked in our rooms,

And dreaming 'bout girls,

And you're not going to be a superstar!

(Gaga)

Boy, the way you snoring up your bed,

I can’t stand it any longer,

Get ya ass out here faster,

Leave your bed yo faster!

(J & T)

I shouldn't have invited you

Cuz this is a disaster!

Gaga our sis-tuh,

We are here to save ya!

(J & T)

Not that your voice is shit

We wanna go to sleep.

(Gaga)

As if me standing here

Won't make u wide awake.

(Gaga)

Honeybee it's your turn now

Go show 'em what you've got

Tonight we ain’t no stopping till

You won’t be sleepy.

(Gaga)

You won’t be sleepy,

You won’t be sleepy,

Tonight we ain’t no stopping till you wont be sleepy!

(J & T)

Stop singing, stop singing,

We don’t wanna hear anymore!

We left our ears and our minds in the bedroom.

Stop screaming stop screaming,

We don’t wanna see anymore!

We left our ears and our minds in the bedroom.

(J & T)

Stop singing, stop singing,

We don’t wanna hear anymore!

We left our ears and our minds in the bedroom.

Stop screaming stop screaming,

We don’t wanna see anymore!

We left our ears and our minds in the bedroom.

(Gaga)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop ignorin' me!

(J & T)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm sleepy!
(Gaga)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop ignorin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

I’m sleepy…

(J & T)

Can sing all you want

But no-one'll hear

And you're not gonna be a superstar!

Cuz we’re locked in our rooms,

And dreaming 'bout girls,

And you're not going a superstar!

(J & T)

Can sing all you want

But no-one'll hear

And you're not gonna be a superstar!

Cuz we’re locked in our rooms,

And dreaming 'bout girls,

And you're not going a superstar!

(Gaga)

My Terence Wang!

M-m-my Ng Jia Win!

(J & T)

But we’re locked in our rooms,

And dreaming 'bout girls,

And you're not going a superstar!

(Gaga)

My Terence Wang!

M-m-my Ng Jia Win!

(J & T)

But we’re locked in our rooms,

And dreaming 'bout girls,

And you're not going a superstar!

We're sorry you've been denied access of the brains of Terence and Ng Jia Win.

Please retype your password, or get the hell out of here.

Written by: Ng Jia Win and Terence Wang

Edited by: Terence Wang

The writers of this song parody insist that this is, in no way, an attempt to offend, insult or hurt Lady Gaga, because they both are fans of her anyway and would like to treat this simply as a tribute to Gaga.

*Note: Jia Win might have his own title, because we did not decide on one.


View my original parody

The Telephone Parody

During CNY, me and my cousin decided to make a parody on Lady Gaga ft Beyonce's Telephone. So play the song while reading this and sing. Enjoy!

(Terence)

Hello, hello, baby

You called, I can't hear a thing.

T.M.'s got no service

in the house, you say, say

Wha-Wha-What did you say, huh?

You're breaking up on me

Sorry, I cannot hear you,

T.M. is busy.

T.M. is busy

T.M. is busy

Sorry, I cannot hear you, T.M. is busy.

Just a second,

I'll call them and get them to fix it, 

And I cannot text you with

A phone in my hand, eh?

They tell me,

(T.M. call center) turn of your pc,

You knew that I'm busy.

And now you won't stop calling me;

I'm kinda busy.

(T.M. call center)

Stop callin', stop callin',

I don't wanna think anymore!

I have a lot of clients on the ground floor.

Stop callin', stop callin',

I don't wanna talk anymore!

I have a lot of clients on the ground floor.

(Terence)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

My T.M. net!

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Is laggy!

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

My T.M. net!

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

(Terence)

Can call all you want,

but there's no other way,

and they're not going to fix my T.M. net!

(Friend)

They're out in the club,

and shittin' in their pants,

and they'll never fix your T.M. net!

(Terence)

Can call all you want,

but there's no other way,

and they're not going to fix my T.M. net!

(Friend)

They're out in the club,

and shittin' in their pants,

and they'll never fix your T.M. net!

 

(T.M. call center) 

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone

won't make me fix it faster.

Youtube load up faster,

Facebook start up faster!

(Terence)

I shouldn't have called you at all,

cuz this is a disaster!

(T.M. call center)

Callin' like a collector -

sorry, I cannot answer!

(T.M. call center)

Not that I don't like you,

I'm just kinda busy.

And I am sick and tired

of my phone r-ringing.

Sometimes I feel like

I live in  the P.M.'s office.

Tonight I'm not takin no calls,

cause I'll be workin.

Cause I'll be workin

Cause I'll be workin

Tonight I'm not takin no calls, cause I'll be workin!

(T.M. call center)

Stop callin', stop callin',

I don't wanna think anymore!

I have a lot of clients on the ground floor.

Stop callin', stop callin',

I don't wanna talk anymore!

I have a lot of clients on the ground floor.

Stop callin', stop callin',

I don't wanna think anymore!

. I have a lot of clients on the ground floor.

Stop callin', stop callin',

I don't wanna talk anymore!

I have a lot of clients on the ground floor..

(Terence)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

My T.M. net! 

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Is laggy!

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

My T.M. net!

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

(Terence)

Can call all you want,

but there's no other way,

and they're not going to fix my T.M. net!

(Friend)

Cuz they're out in the club,

and shittin in their pants,

and they'll never fix your T.M. net!

(Terence)

Can call all you want,

but there's no other way,

and they're not going to fix my T.M. net!

(Friend)

Cuz they're out in the club,

and shittin in their pants,

and they'll never fix your T.M. net!

(Terence)

My T.M. net!

M-m-my T.M. net!

Cuz they're out in the club,

and they're shittin in their pants,

and they're not going to fix my T.M. net!

(Terence)

My T.M. net!

M-m-my T.M. net!

Cuz they're out in the club,

and shittin in their pants,

and they're not going to fix my T.M. net!

Written by Terence Wang and Chan Tze Hsien.

Special thanks to http://www.metrolyrics.com for the original lyrics.

Disclaimer: This is only a parody and is not to be taken to seriously. The part(s) about T.M. are merely fiction. This article does not intend to insult or offend anyone and/or anything.