It is song time at the song place,
But my pace: alarming; it's the wrong pace--
It's a blurred pace, but still I'll post posthaste.
It's amiright for me

It's a long song with the wrong rhyme,
Can't keep time; likely I'm in the wrong line.
It's very try'n', but still I'll keep on try'n'.
It's amiright for me

I am so happy I found this outlet
That attracts a talented crew.
My apologies in advance; I regret,
There's another set coming at you.

In this song game, I've no song clips;
I once got a tip: you don't have song lips.
You had best stick to just typing jest shtik.
It's amiright for me.

So, amped, I write for amiright;
I write parodies.