Okay is it going to surprise you if I say that the song 'Friday' by Rebbeca Black has the worst lyrics I have ever heard. Here is a little lyrical analysis by me for Friday.
7am, waking up in the morning - [ 7am does sound like a nice time to wake up for school, thanks Rebbecca! ]
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs - [ emm so your establishing the fact that you have two stories in your house ]
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal - [ ohh emm , milk? right, milk is good for the bones so we should have cereal according to Rebecca ]
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’ - [ did she fall asleep or some sh*t?, yeah theoretically time will fly when your eatling cereal unless you can construct a time machine to freeze time while you eat cereal (even Doc Brown would get confused at this) ]
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’ - [ okay her clock is ticking and everybody's rushing, of course cause clocks make that ticking sound and at 7am in the morning her family might be getting late for work ]
Gotta get down to the bus stop - [ she should walk! global warmings killing us and your too busy taking a bus to school? ]
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends) - [ well ofcourse you will catch a bus at a 'bus' stop, her friends? do they just appear out of Gandalf's as*hole, where do these kids come from?! ]
Kickin’ in the front seat - [ If she was in my car i would not appreciate her putting her feet up in the front seat ]
Sittin’ in the back seat - [ well I'm happy she's not putting her feet up anymore ]
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take? - [ wait, didn't you already sit in the front and the back seat? I would recommend staying seated where you already are cause parking charges cost a lot and you should start moving now ]
It’s Friday, Friday - [ A bit random but thank you for that general knowledge which is unhelpful to us ]
Gotta get down on Friday - [ Get down on friday, I think we stopped using slang such as 'get down' in the 1990's, if you don't believe me ask Vanilla Ice ]
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend - [ Hey I like the weekend too but I don't need to randomly shout this out ]
Friday, Friday - [ We already know ..? ]
Gettin’ down on Friday - [ emm you sound like a broken track player right now ]
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend - [ I give up, she's hopeless, as much as I try, these lyrics make no sense, they suck at every epileptic level and repeat themselves more times than a kid who's on a sugar rush. To give any commendation to these lyrics would be equal to sitting beneath a gorillas bottom taking its sh*t on your face and still smiling. ]
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