Song parody of
Vicarious
by Federal Moguls
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Vicarious song by Federal Moguls.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out For the businessmen who wanna be us bad To the soccer moms and the little league dads Here's a joint for you to share with us Every time you're not there with us Even though you're not there for us We know your girl doesn't care for us And you know it's not fair to us But you can live through us by carry us I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out If you're shopping for senate aromas Or watching Oprah on the sofa Or shopping with firewood for her aunt She's got you eating from the palm of her hand She's obviously the one wearing the pants When you have to go to flower shows for plants You're so focused on poking her can You can't even make time for your man I got hundreds of hoes, hundreds of hoes I got hundreds of hoes, don't speed that I got hundreds of hoes, hundreds of hoes I got hundreds of hoes, don't speed that I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out Mr.
Responsibility Are you kidding, you're killing me You gotta stay in to put away groceries Then she's gonna help you polish old trophies While we fish you do the dishes Can't drink, you're like one of her bitches While we're tearing bars in half You'll be staring at each other sharing arcs and crabs You've got a big day planned, a big day planned Home Depot, Lowes then Target You have to fix the lamp, pick up stamps And a honey baked ham at the market Stepdads, feel me Do the stuff hanging all with the bills Waking the kids up in the middle of the meets I know the stepdads, feel me I'm dressed and on to the bus Now there's no more Sunday golf with us Do the stepdads, feel me Do the stuff hanging all with the bills Waking the kids up in the middle of the meets I know the stepdads, feel me I'm dressed and on to the bus Now there's no more Sunday golf with us I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out Those little ride bastards Every chance they're behaving badly There's no reprimanding cause you ain't their dad Those little ride bastards You want to choke them out but you can't Put it down Lay a hand cause you ain't their dad
I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out For the businessmen who wanna be us bad To the soccer moms and the little league dads Here's a joint for you to share with us Every time you're not there with us Even though you're not there for us We know your girl doesn't care for us And you know it's not fair to us But you can live through us by carry us I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out If you're shopping for senate aromas Or watching Oprah on the sofa Or shopping with firewood for her aunt She's got you eating from the palm of her hand She's obviously the one wearing the pants When you have to go to flower shows for plants You're so focused on poking her can You can't even make time for your man I got hundreds of hoes, hundreds of hoes I got hundreds of hoes, don't speed that I got hundreds of hoes, hundreds of hoes I got hundreds of hoes, don't speed that I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out Mr.
Responsibility Are you kidding, you're killing me You gotta stay in to put away groceries Then she's gonna help you polish old trophies While we fish you do the dishes Can't drink, you're like one of her bitches While we're tearing bars in half You'll be staring at each other sharing arcs and crabs You've got a big day planned, a big day planned Home Depot, Lowes then Target You have to fix the lamp, pick up stamps And a honey baked ham at the market Stepdads, feel me Do the stuff hanging all with the bills Waking the kids up in the middle of the meets I know the stepdads, feel me I'm dressed and on to the bus Now there's no more Sunday golf with us Do the stepdads, feel me Do the stuff hanging all with the bills Waking the kids up in the middle of the meets I know the stepdads, feel me I'm dressed and on to the bus Now there's no more Sunday golf with us I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out Those little ride bastards Every chance they're behaving badly There's no reprimanding cause you ain't their dad Those little ride bastards You want to choke them out but you can't Put it down Lay a hand cause you ain't their dad
