Okay, fess up - SOMEONE has to like the song "My Humps"

C'mon, someone here has to like it. It's inevitable. It's fucking STILL in the top 20 songs, so someone has to be listening to this shit.

Does anyone even know of anyone that likes this song? I don't.

I generally like the Black Eyed Peas, but this particular song is one of the worst ever made. It's almost as bad as country and western "music."

Maybe that's why it's still in the top 20-they play that commercial so often that it's driving up the count.

because the lyrics set back the woman's movement 35 years...

shows ya what I know.....


:eyes:



:hi: Vash!

How goes it?

:)

How's it on your end? Are you gonna watch the Oscars this Sunday?

Vash the Gal likes watching these award show type things, and judging from how she loved watching the SAG awards, I'm taking a shot in the dark and saying I'll be viewing the Oscars too. Personally, I'd rather watch something else and find out who won later.

Everything is well here though, aside from this budding cold that I have right now. :-)

things could be worse...
;)

:hi:

It's her ringtone. :puke:

This is your debt to society.

I'm put through the torture everytime her skeezy, controlling boyfriend calls (about 5-6 times a day).

All. day. long.

"my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump..."

:nuke:

I had heard it discussed here and ran into on a top40 station.

Absolutely juvenile rhyme about her humps (her butt)

But hey it's fun!!!

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin' got u,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

She's got me spendin'.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

That has got to be the worst lyrics ever written!

Okay I made that up.

Do yourself a favor and don't hear of it.

How can a song "debut" on the top 40? How is that actually possible? No one has heard it but it is played ad naseum and supposedly everyone rushes out to buy it. I could see that with established acts and "albums" (showing my age there) but singles?

Anyway that song is fun and harmless well if my daughter had that on no I don't think so (humor me she is 7 mos. old so I get to do all my foot putting down now).

Eh it's bad and stupid but it is pretty damned fun.

Seriously, I could understand that concept even less before iTunes came out.

back in the day (singles cassettes)--they were only a couple of bucks, and usually had a couple of different mixes of the song not available elsewhere....

And I even like the Black eyed Peas. But this is their worst song - even worse than "My Milkshake".

:puke:

All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cause of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps, check it out!

or a type of whale?

I read this thread at work on lunch and people thought I had lost my mind I was laughing so hard.

And I loved it when the album came out in July.

:shrug:

I hate that song.

not because its good but because its fun to dance to.

Now I'm sick of it.