When In Rome

The Stupid Piz are BACK with another stupid birthday song.  This time our victim is Sammy Saiyavongsa.  Here’s my lyrics.  Jake will have to post his unintelligible lyrics himself, because I have no idea what he’s saying and neither does he:

Dip my Ham Sammy in my Dustin Soup

you know what kind she like grab a chicken out the coop

she’s 21 now better spike it droop droop

if she were a cat she’d scoop her own poop

if you F with S and D you can F’in S my D

if you gonna party, best invite sammy

she’s my sister and my mommy

hammier than salami

cooler than murakami

stronger than tsunamis

stripes on stripes on stripes on stripes the stripiest of blouses

you better know where laos is

best protect your houses

she’s coming for your spouses

she’s movin movin mountains

she’s a fire spewin’ fountain

get ready for your poundin’

Happy late birthday Frances 

Lyrics:

Frances, you’re so cool

I wanna smell my butt in your swimming pool

Ice cream, Monkeys, and all that jazz

whenever I walk by you’re staring at my azz

When you and I were born we put our hands together

wrote the constitution with some ink and feather

We both like cheese, strawberry jam

walfjaljcasdlsalfasjfsa HAM

you say Coldplay is the best I’ll have to disagree

Let’s put our wieners into college and get a fat degree

Sonic, Kennedy, Mickey Mouse too

Sunglasses are cool let’s eat some Hotdogs

raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Two pennies make a nickel two nickels make a Frances

rub butter on my chest gonna run around pantless

Obama is the president his favorite food is glue

20 + 20 is 40 how bout you?

my keychain collection is missing just one thing:

Frances shrunken down and hanging from a string

grenade in my pocket and my finger up my butt

grenade explodes there’s a finger in my butt

Guacamole on the side but add some extra Frances

I’ll be the next person on Saturn…naked dances

You invented Ziploc bags with your knees and your swag

you make me so tired i got eyes under my bags

we’ve known each other for all our lives

we stab each other with butterfinger knives

flex your muscles scare the terrorists away

smile to the world make all the ladies gay

raaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Weninrome know how to rap.  Birthday rap for Frances.  These are almost entirely inside jokes.

Hambone feat. Bad Raputation - “The Franciest”