Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uptown Funk! Parody , by - Bart Baker. Release date: 30.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Uptown Funk! Parody |
| Da, do, do, ru, do, do, ru do da! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do da! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do da! |
| Do, do, ru, do da! |
| This song is lazy it just rips off the 80's |
| Back when all Funk music was made by huge cocaine addicts |
| Every |
| Nostril |
| Had some white nose candy in it |
| And everyone got up to use the bathroom every ten minutes |
| I’m too high |
| Just snort |
| That guy looks like Michael Jackson |
| I’m 5'5' |
| That’s short |
| That’s not a man, that’s a lesbian |
| Who’s that guy? |
| Some dork |
| I wrote this song! |
| I’m Mark Ronson! |
| This looks like New York |
| But it’s just a cheap run-down movie set |
| Girls walking by ignore us |
| Ew! |
| Walk by and just ignore us |
| Ew! |
| This song has no real chorus |
| True! |
| It’s just me and these four guys clappin' |
| Looking into the camera clappin' |
| Something cool is about to happen |
| We’re gonna dance while the cameraman spins the camera around |
| Spin it! |
| Da, do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Mark don’t try to get down! |
| White boy dance like a clown |
| Why? |
| Because I’m not brown? |
| Hey don’t have a meltdown! |
| Please let me hang around! |
| Okay fine just |
| Stop! |
| Come walk with me |
| Just don’t dance Ronson you’re too shitty |
| Bruno please sign this check to buy a car that’s a wreck |
| Which we’ll dance 'round in the street without gettin' in it |
| Can I please dance with you guys now? |
| No Mark Ronson you keep sittin' |
| I’m too hot |
| You’re wet |
| Da, do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru rah! |
| The sweat’s turning my pink jacket red |
| Could you stop dancin' |
| I’m trying to shine your shoes you coke head! |
| Now we’ve got |
| Up top |
| Old lady hair rollers on our heads |
| We look like grandmas |
| And my damn nose is bloody from the blow |
| I was on a computer |
| Ooh! |
| And I read a strange rumor |
| Ooh! |
| You’re Michael Jackson Jr. |
| Ooh! |
| So is it true was he your father? |
| That would be an amazing honor |
| That can’t be they’re different colors! |
| Back from the dead to clear up this shit |
| But first grab your own dick and dance! |
| Da, do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| One more time grab your dick |
| Da, do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Do, do, ru, do, do, ru do rah! |
| Time for rumors is done |
| Yes I have one more son |
| And the world will be stunned |
| To learn you are the one |
| I’m your father! |
| Oh my god! |
| I knew it! |
| I’m Michael Jackson’s son! |
| The rumors were true! |
| No, not you! |
| Him, Mark Ronson! |
| YES! |
| That means I’m black… I can dance — heh! |
| In your face, guys! |