Ten years ago, a 13 year old girl from Irvine, California released a song that fundamentally changed the entire music industry. Rebecca Black was on top of the world with a song called "Friday." The song tells the riveting story of a teenage girl who wakes up, goes downstairs, has a bowl of cereal, and then heads to the school bus stop. But then, out of nowhere, the narrative totally explodes. She sees her friends drive by and has a vigorous internal debate about whether to sit in the front seat or hop in the back. Curiously, none of kids appear to be of legal driving age. Also, they seem dangerously oblivious to the notion of wearing seat belts. From a distracted driving perspective, the song's a complete nightmare. Regardless it's Friday and the weekend is upon them. This vividly translates to partying, fun, and miscellaneous excitement.
The song itself was one of the most challenging parodies I've ever attempted. Probably due to the lyrical fragmentation and all-purpose sheer stupidity. Not to mention the abysmal lack of any coherent rhyme scheme. Still, I gave it a shot. This song itself was so annoyingly atrocious that Rebecca Black started getting death threats... and was forced into hiding. In many ways, the song's way ahead of its time. As in the political equivalent of Q-Anon.
We generally don't dine at chain restaurants like TGI Friday's. We prefer to patronize the more authentic mom & pop restaurants. Although I must say, their restrooms do provide a nice "go-to" urinal before any event at PPG Paints Arena. But if you're looking for that "diamond in the rough" restroom inside the arena... use the lower entrance and immediately veer to your right. There's a family restroom that NOBODY ever uses. It's both pristine and spotless. Seriously, you could eat maple walnut ice cream from the toilets.
Dedicated to the employees of TGI Friday's. Feel free to serenade your manager with this alternative rendition.
Friday’s
sonofsaf
Yeah, (Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Armageddon, tweeting out with a warning
Gotta eat flesh, gotta go prepare
Gotta smoke a bowl, anti-bacterial
Suckin’ every dick, your cock I’m blowin’
Stick it in and out, everybody's fuckin’
Gotta get on suicide watch
Gotta wonder when this song will end (will end)
Lickin’ up the crab meat
Fuckin’ all the dark meat
Gotta know what’s for sup
Which meat for Christ sake
We’re Friday’s, Friday’s
Gotta sit down at Friday’s
Everybody's throwin’ upward off the deep end, deep end
Friday’s, Friday’s
Gotta sit down at Friday’s
Everybody's throwin’ upward off the deep end
Vomitin’, Vomitin’ (Yeah)
Vomitin’, vomitin’ (Yeah)
Puke, puke, puke, puke
Throwin’ upward off the deep end
Bee Gees stay alive, we're drivin' in the driveway -
Maybe at last, I want us to die
Death, death, medium done
You know what it is
I cluck it, you buck it
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it
Lickin’ up the crab meat
Fuckin’ all the dark meat
Gotta know what’s for sup
Which meat for Christ sake
We’re Friday’s, Friday’s
Gotta sit down at Friday’s
Everybody's throwing’ upward off the deep end, deep end
Friday’s, Friday’s
Gotta sit down at Friday’s
Everybody's throwin’ upward off the deep end
Vomitin’, Vomitin’ (Yeah)
Vomitin’, vomitin’ (Yeah)
Puke, puke, puke, puke
Throwin’ upward off the deep end
Don’t eat from the buffet, buffet
We pray a-at Friday’s, Friday’s (Vomitin')
You- you-you just can’t fight it
Just can’t fight it
We’ll kick you in the balls and pray
Peed myself Saturday
And Sunday shitting my pants
Don’t wanna have to wear Depends
S-C, smokin’ up crack
So steakin’ up the ground meat (up the ground meat)
In the back seat (In the back seat) -
I'm grillin’, chillin’ (Yeah, yeah)
No brains, Puddin’ Taine
Take my homies for a ride (Woo!)
(C'mon) Cashin’ all those welfare checks from HUD to me
Use tik tok, tik tok, JuJu dream
Check out time, it's Friday’s, off the deep end
We’re gonna all cum, cum on, cum on, y'all
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
We’re Friday’s, Friday’s
Gotta sit down at Friday’s
Everybody's throwing’ upward off the deep end, deep end
Friday’s, Friday’s
Gotta sit down at Friday’s
Everybody's throwin’ upward off the deep end
Vomitin’, Vomitin’ (Yeah)
Vomitin’, vomitin’ (Yeah)
Puke, puke, puke, puke
Throwin’ upward off the deep end
Friday
Rebecca Black
Yeah, (Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
7: 45, we're drivin' on the highway
Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after wards
I don't want this weekend to end
R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
I've never seen Rebecca Black live in concert. Then again, I don't spend a lot of time, hangin' at the mall in Paramus, New Jersey. Or watching the USA Teen Choice Awards. Or contemplating suicide.
Please do not share this information with "musician" Rebecca Black, TGI Friday's employees, and/or cast members of the Sopranos.
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