Thursday, September 2, 2010

Billy Ray Cyrus vs. Weird Al Yankovic



Achy Breaky Heart
Billy Ray Cyrus
You can tell the world
You never was my girl
You can burn my clothes
When I am gone
Or you can tell your friends
Just what a fool I’ve been
And laugh and joke about me
On the phone
You can tell my arms
To go back onto the farm
You can tell my feet
To hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips
To tell my fingertips
They won’t be reaching out
For you no more

But don’t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don’t think
It’d understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up
And kill this man
Oooh

You can tell your ma
I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog
To bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff
Whose fist can tell my lips
He never really
Liked me anyway
Oh tell your Aunt Louise
Tell anything you please
Myself already knows that
I’m not okay
Oh you can tell my eyes
To watch out for my mind
It might be walking out
On me today

But don’t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don’t think
It’d understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up
And kill this man
Oooh

Don’t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don’t think
It’d understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up
And kill this man
Don’t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don’t think
It’d understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up
And kill this man
Oooh




Achy Breaky Song
Weird Al Yankovic
You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People song you know
Or play Vanilla Ice
Hey you can play him twice
And you can play the Bee Gees any day
But Mr. DJ please
I’m begging on my knees
I just can take no more of Billy Ray

Don’t play that song
That Achy Breaky song
The most annoying song I know
And if you play that song
That Achy Breaky song
I might blow up my radio
Oooh

You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boone
Or crank your ABBA records until dawn
Oh I could even hear
Slim Whitman or Zamfir
Don’t mind a Yoko Ono marathon
Or play some Tiffany
On 8-track or CD
Or scrape your fingernails across the board
Or tie me to a chair
And kick me down the stairs
Just please don’t play that stupid song no more

Don’t play that song
That Achy Breaky song
You know I hate that song a bunch
And if you play that song
That nauseating song
It might just make me lose my lunch
Oooh

Don’t play that song
That Achy Breaky song
I think it’s driving me insane
Oh please don’t play that song
That irritating song
I’d rather have a pitchfork in my brain
Don’t play that song
That Achy Breaky song
The most annoying song I know
And if you play that song
That Achy Breaky song
I might blow up my radio
Oooh ooh

Lyrics From: [Sing365.com]

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10 comments:

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  2. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Dondi!!! Thank you also for the award. I'll be over to check it out muy pronto!

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  3. Thank you...I never really liked the song; however, it was to catchy and kept going through my head. I love Wierd Al's version.

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  4. I haven't heard the Billy Ray version in years. I was never crazy about the song itself but I do like the beat to it :) Of course Weird Al's version is hysterical

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  5. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Coleen!!! Since I am an Arkie, the line about Arkansas in Billy Ray's version caught my attention the first time I ever heard it, and it was tolerable the first few hundred times after that. On the other hand, Weird Al's will never get old to me.

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  6. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! If you would like to really freak Wade out, you and Duke should work up a line dance to the song. Either version would probably do the trick, but Billy Ray's might make more of an impression.

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  7. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Dick!!! Yeah, I think this race could have been called before any of the precincts opened--let alone closed.

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  8. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Sandie!!! I must admit that I used to wear my hair like that. Well, not exactly. For I never had a pompadour in the front with a pony tail in the back.

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