The searingly emo, devastatingly ironic, Alanis Morissette version of the Black Eyed Peas’ mindless tune “My Humps.” They really nailed the look and sound, didn’t they? Via Gawker, lyrics over the jump.
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“My Humps”
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
Brother I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion’s,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.
My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin’ got you,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.
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Emo?
I immediately passed go and didn’t bother.
Play it anyway. It’s horrible, but horribly funny too. And the makeup is hilariously perfect, right down to the eyebrows; although it must be said it’s not a PERFECT imitation of Fergie, as she does not actually piss herself onstage.
Ok, if you insist, I’ll watch!
That is superb! I really liked some of Alanis’ music but always hated the BEP song. Actually, can’t say that I really like any of the BEP stuff!
Ditto. They’re primarily useful as laughingstocks. This generation’s Menudo.
She hasn’t done anyhting good since You Can’t Do That on Television :)
Aw, c’mon, she gave Matt LeBlanc his first big break on one of her videos. That’s gotta count for something! He was purty back then, before he got fat.
Come on – Alanis rocks! She does this way better than the Black Eyed Peas and I’m playing it at high volume.
Nope, still not impressed. Even that handstand she did in Dogma and that smootching in Sex and the City was bland…
Yeah, but you didn’t see what she came from. You did not see the true “glory” of “Alanis” the teen sensation from the Glebe.
I used to date somebody who owned that album. When I heard Jagged, I couldn’t believe it was the same woman.
When you look at Fergie, think on that and realize that there, but for talent and determination to do her own work, goes Alanis.
Actually, that’s a fair comment. But you forgot “a determination to pass as black”, which really is a testament to Stacy Ferguson’s will power.
And now look. There’s over sixty of these on Youtube, the home of Never any original content.
Yeah, everyone wants to own a piece of an artist, which is only testimony to the pull of “Agency” as a lifestyle. Everyone, it seems, watches Entourage.
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lol hey RC, looks like you’ve got a new fan above!
Wow–Mur over at Clockwork Blancmange is gonna be less than impressed.
Horrid thought–I am making the assumption they’re different.
Whereas I have the IP…
My god, i’ve been identity thieved by a whnt facking whith SHAMELES superBISEXUAL arab guy!! ooohhhhh the shame…
Yes, we are different Metro, I am a SHAMELES superHETEROSEXUAL aussie guy ; )
Then there’s no point in your coming on to Metro!
And precious little in coming onto Raincoaster.
Uh … sod. I swear to the FSM that space was there between “on” and “two” when I clicked “Submit comment”. Put it in for me, willya? I don’t want people thinking I’m some sort of bukkake pervert.
Sorry.
What the hell’s with me today? I can’t even spell “to” when I have an example in front of me.
Thank the FSM that I didn’t smoke that BC bud when I had the chance.
No, of course you didn’t. Now I wonder where it went?
Also, “put it in for me”? I’m all done here, clicking out, shutting the computer down for the day. You and FFE and whoever else you can debautch into taking part can have at each other freely while I’m gone. Just change the sheets, okay?
What? You have another set out here?
And here’s me putting up with cookie crumbs, the odd prosthetic limb, and all your lost scales.
You paid extra for that, remember?
I’m tempted to use that shot of her kneeing the guy for an avatar.
I’m sure she’d be proud, actually.
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