Sto ridendo da quando l’ho visto, non posso non condividerlo qui sul blog. Una canzone d’amore su Facebook, Internet e i Social Network…divertentissima.
Ne avevo già postato uno di video con argomento “Mia mamma è su Facebook!” Eccone un altro. Tutta energia.
Un metallaro sgamato dalla mamma su Facebook! Anche tua mamma t’ha chiesto l’amicizia su Facebook? Allora apprezzerai video e pezzo in stile Led Zeppelin! Music and lyrics by Blood of TigerCat. http://backoftheclass.net Vi posto anche il testo, vi venisse voglia di urlarlo a tempo di musica.
Dedicato a tutte quelle cose che una mamma non dovrebbe leggere mai sulla bacheca del proprio figlio. Dedicato a tutti quelli che postano qualunque cosa su Facebook e non sanno che, dopo il click su invia, diventa pubblica e arriva anche a mamma e nonna.
LYRICS:
You used to be a special place
for all my college friends.
A sanctuary in cyberspace,
but every love story ends.
(Facebooooook…..)
Why’d you have to go and lose
your exclusivity?
Now all my nightmares have come true…
my mom just friended me!
Since she joined she spends all her time
checking my news feed.
My interests are no longer
bubble butts and sticky weed.
She whacked my ass on Mafia Wars
and Flixtered “You’ve Got Mail.”
She washed the colors with the whites
and posted “laundry fail” (’cause now)…
CHORUS
My mom’s on Facebook.
She found a new way to nag me.
My mom’s on Facebook.
Comments whenever friends tag me.
My mom’s on Facebook.
She only got it to stalk me.
My mom’s on Facebook.
My childhood photos cock-block me.
My wall is not for e-mail, mom,
you’ll never get it right.
And gifting me some sexy lips
don’t mean a kiss goodnight.
She keeps on adding all my friends,
they just think she’s a joke…
except for Steve who says that she’s
a mom he’d like to poke. (She’s a M.I.L.P.!)
Mama read my 25 Things
and each and every note.
Now she knows I lost a bet
and had to wax my scrote.
Suggests new pages every day
from “hugs” to “Will and Grace.”
It’s getting to the point I’ll have to
switch back to MySpace. (But not really!)
Wrote in my status,
“boss is keeping me at work.”
Mom responded, “now I see
why you told me he’s a jerk.”
My boss saw it and fired me
and mom’s the reason why.
Now I’m starving and I’m lonely
and I’m probably gonna die… (because)
CHORUS
My mom’s on Facebook.
Now I’ve gotta watch every word.
My mom’s on Facebook.
Oooh, goddamn you, Mark Zuckerburg.
My mom’s on Facebook.
Posted a public reminder…
My mom’s on Facebook.
…that I came out her vagina!
My mom’s on Facebook.
Invited me to my cousin’s communion.
My mom’s on Facebook.
It’s like a family reunion.
My mom’s on Facebook.
I’m trying not to be bitter…
My mom’s on Facebook.
…but she just found me on Twitter!
My mom, your mom, his mom, Steve’s mom… all moms!
They’re all on Facebook.
I wouldnt call myself a social butterfly
and theres not much that separates me from the other guy
but when I login I begin to live
Theres an online world where I am king
of a little website dedicated to me
with pictures of me and a list of my friends
and an unofficial record of the groups that Im in.
Before the internet friendship was so tough
you actually had to be in peoples presence and stuff
who wouldve thought that with a point and a click
i could know that Hope Floats is your favorite flick (harry connick jr. ?)
Facebook (Facebook)
Im Hooked on Facebook
I used to meet girls hangin out at the mall, now I just wait for them to write on my wall.
(its more than a want, its more than a need; id schrivel up and die without my minifeed)
Take a look. (Youre Hooked) on facebook.
oh Link’s status changed. it says hes playing the recorder….
how do you know this person?
did you hook up with this person?
do you need to request confirmation?
or did you just think they looked cute..from their picture on facebook?
if the internet crashed all across the land
or my facebook account was deleted by the man
Id carry around a picture of my face
and a summary of me typed out on a page
Dunque, non ho sicuramente l’Xfactor. Ma non ce l’ha nemmeno Giusy Ferreri. IMHO. La voce a singhiozzo non ce l’ho fatta ad imitarla. Mi veniva troppo da ridere. Non che ci voglia chi sa che competenza a cantare questa canzoncina commerciale eh…
Ad ogni modo. Sono consapevole che di questo post e di questa registrazione potrei già pentirmene.
I lettori che decideranno di non leggermi mai più su qualunque roba 2.0 dell’orbe terracqueo li capisco pure. E altri mi toglieranno anche il saluto. E non è un piccolo particolare…