Song parody of
Therapy I & II
by AOFine
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Therapy I & II song by AOFine.
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 told him about
Things that I shout in the nighttime
While everybody else is sleepin'
He said, "That's all right."
I told him I doubt
Things that I used to believe in
A classic case of "hipster heathen"
He said, "I know the type."
Okay
I walked out the door
It started to pour pins and needles
He put on "The Best Of The Beatles"
And told me to get back inside
And then he fixed me a drink
Said he'd fix how I think about dyin'
He drank himself stupid while tryin'
Ah fuck, I forget the rest
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' to myself
He showed me the ropes
Took my hands and the hopes to untie 'em
Said "That's what you get for lyin'"
I told him I didn't mean it
Then I told him about
How I never get out at the right time
It's never quite the right time
Okay
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' about all these things that I do to myself
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself again
Talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself again
Now I'm talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself
Woo
Talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
He raised me by the Bible but the Bible is dead
And now the whiskey is my Bible
It's my Bible instead
Now I'm talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself
And I don't need no help
There's nothing wrong with my health
I get it everyday
Oh yeah
Na na na na na na na na na, okay
I told him about
Things that I shout in the nighttime
While everybody else is sleepin'
He said, "That's all right."
I told him I doubt
Things that I used to believe in
A classic case of "hipster heathen"
He said, "I know the type."
Okay
I walked out the door
It started to pour pins and needles
He put on "The Best Of The Beatles"
And told me to get back inside
And then he fixed me a drink
Said he'd fix how I think about dyin'
He drank himself stupid while tryin'
Ah fuck, I forget the rest
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' to myself
He showed me the ropes
Took my hands and the hopes to untie 'em
Said "That's what you get for lyin'"
I told him I didn't mean it
Then I told him about
How I never get out at the right time
It's never quite the right time
Okay
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' about all these things that I do to myself
Talkin' to myself
Talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself again
Talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself again
Now I'm talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself
Woo
Talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
He raised me by the Bible but the Bible is dead
And now the whiskey is my Bible
It's my Bible instead
Now I'm talkin' to myself again
About nothin' in particular
Talkin' to myself
And I don't need no help
There's nothing wrong with my health
I get it everyday
Oh yeah
Na na na na na na na na na, okay
