"Hooker," My "Allstar" Parody

Hooker

(To the tune of "Allstar")

Somebody once told me
The world wouldn't hold me,
I'd have no way to meet expense.
But I proved him wrong
So I'd like to dedicate this song
To him--one of my best clients.

Well, the guys start coming
and they dont' stop coming
Raise my price a little
to keep their pulses running,
Didn't make sense
Just to sleep with one,
May not be safe,
But it sure is fun.

Someone to do, someone to see
So what's wrong with working the back streets?
There's nothing that they won't show
Sleeping with guys you don't know.

Hey now, you're a hooker
Take your clothes off, get laid.
Hey now, you're a call girl,
Give a blow job, get paid.
And all cheerleaders are whores,
Only evening up childhood scores.

Sex is a fun thing, according to many
They say in a few years you won't want any,
But the media man begs to differ,
Judging by the kids in the Mormon picture.
I'm running out of youth and of luck
But you've got the cash so we might as well fuck
My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?
But that's the way I like it so you don't get bored.

Chorus

Chorus

Someone I happened to meet, just walking on the street
Asked, "How much of your life do you hate?"
I said, "None, I'm having fun
and you should have a little fun yourself,
so you can have me for half-rate!"

Well, the guys start coming and they dont' stop coming,
Raise my price a little to keep their pulses running,
Didn't make sense just to sleep with one,
May not be safe but it sure is fun.
Someone to do, someone to see,
So what's wrong with working the back streets?
You'll never crave what they don't show
Sleeping with guys you don't know!

Chorus to fade.

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