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Song Parodies -> "Afflicted"
Original Song Title:
"Addicted"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Kelly Clarkson
Parody Song Title:
"Afflicted"
Parody Written by:
Jessica Abbott
The Lyrics
Dedicated to the neighbors that live right below me in my apartment building. They love cooking curry, which is fine, except they do it at night when my husband and I are trying to sleep and we’ve had to miss work from being kept up all night from the potency. We’ve tried every trick in the book to cover up the odor and have tried talking to them peacefully. We’re not sure what else to do as of right now, so I wrote this parody to deal with my frustration.
Afflicted
Parody of “Addicted”
From the album: Break Your FACE
I’m gonna throw up
The smell is a demon I can’t face down
It’s like I’m punk’d
It’s like you’re cooking with curry all the time
And you know that curry has a lot of power
It’s like strongest type of potency, and it’s stinking up my house
It’s stronger than bleach
It’s cutting through everything
It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like, affecting my sleep
And you know that curry has a lot of power
And I realize you’re never gonna cook at a decent hour
It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like I can’t smell anything, except for your food
I’m afflicted by you
It’s like I can’t sleep without unpleasant potencies
Through the floor, through the vents
It wakes me up at 3
It’s like a gas leak... It’s like a gas leak
It’s like I’m screwed, it’s like I’m dying off slowly
It’s like your enforcing this on me
Hell to the no
And you know you don’t live in this building all alone
And I know you’ll never change your ways
If I don’t say something now
It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like I can’t smell anything, except for your food
I’m afflicted by you
It’s like I can’t think of how to cover up the stink
Through the floor, through the vents
It absolutely reeks
Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?
I’m writing a letter to you, I can’t take it
And I told the landlord that I can’t deal with it
So handle it, quit it, because I can’t live like this
I have no idea how I can get through this—
I’ve been burning incense and plugging in AirWicks
But nothing I bought has helped me deal with it
I stuffed dryer sheets and car fresheners in my vents
And several other tricks to get me through this
It’s not even fair
It’s like you don’t even seem to care
It’s all about you, I’m afflicted by you
It’s like you don’t think of how it’s interrupting me
Through the floor, through the vents
I can’t fall back asleep
I tried everything, I tried everything
Parody of “Addicted”
From the album: Break Your FACE
I’m gonna throw up
The smell is a demon I can’t face down
It’s like I’m punk’d
It’s like you’re cooking with curry all the time
And you know that curry has a lot of power
It’s like strongest type of potency, and it’s stinking up my house
It’s stronger than bleach
It’s cutting through everything
It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like, affecting my sleep
And you know that curry has a lot of power
And I realize you’re never gonna cook at a decent hour
It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like I can’t smell anything, except for your food
I’m afflicted by you
It’s like I can’t sleep without unpleasant potencies
Through the floor, through the vents
It wakes me up at 3
It’s like a gas leak... It’s like a gas leak
It’s like I’m screwed, it’s like I’m dying off slowly
It’s like your enforcing this on me
Hell to the no
And you know you don’t live in this building all alone
And I know you’ll never change your ways
If I don’t say something now
It’s like I can’t breathe
It’s like I can’t smell anything, except for your food
I’m afflicted by you
It’s like I can’t think of how to cover up the stink
Through the floor, through the vents
It absolutely reeks
Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?
I’m writing a letter to you, I can’t take it
And I told the landlord that I can’t deal with it
So handle it, quit it, because I can’t live like this
I have no idea how I can get through this—
I’ve been burning incense and plugging in AirWicks
But nothing I bought has helped me deal with it
I stuffed dryer sheets and car fresheners in my vents
And several other tricks to get me through this
It’s not even fair
It’s like you don’t even seem to care
It’s all about you, I’m afflicted by you
It’s like you don’t think of how it’s interrupting me
Through the floor, through the vents
I can’t fall back asleep
I tried everything, I tried everything
I understand people have their lifestyles, but so do we. Really not fair that we already have had to spend $200 on different things to neutralize the smell, just because other people refuse to compromise. Help.
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