March Music (Parody) Madness: Clock Fetish

And so we have arrived at the end of the month and the third and final part of my parody shin dig. Today's song is a parody of "Tik-tok" by Ke$ha, the only singer I know whose voice sounds slutty, drunk, and robotic ... all at the same time.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it. It's about to get sexy up in here.

Clock Fetish

Wake up in the morning feeling quite run down,
Need a fix, of that which ticks, with a metered sound.
Walk the walk, grandfather clock, cause I sure love a chimer,
Cause you know, I can't get off, with just any egg timer.

I'm talking timing shit on our phones, phones
Trying out all time zones, zones.
Boys get your metronomes, nomes.

Daylight savings gets me all sweaty,
Do you like your time military?
I'll wrist your watch if you let me.

Don't stop, cuckoo clock
DJ, whip that bird out.
Big Hand, Little Hand,
Always touching when they can.
Tick tock, grab your clock
Then the party won't stop, no

Don't stop, quartz clock
Oscillations on my mind
My chains, wound tight
Whether morning, noon, or night.
Tick tock, grab your clock
Then the party won't stop, no

I'm counting seconds, minutes, hours, and the days of the year
Put your watch in my pocket, and then go oil my gears
And now, the dudes are lining up cause they think they have style,
But we kick em to the curb unless they have a sundial.

I'm talking everybody fitting cogs, cogs
an hourglass that unclogs, clogs
But I won't do analog-log

I love the pendulum how it swings, swings
watch it break our springs, springs
gonna break our springs, springs,
Buh-buh break us...

Don't stop, cuckoo clock
DJ, whip that bird out.
Big Hand, Little Hand,
Always touching when they can.
Tick tock, grab your clock
Then the party won't stop, no

Don't stop, quartz clock
Oscillations on my mind
My chains, wound tight
Whether morning, noon, or night.
Tick tock, grab your clock
Then the party won't stop, no

You wind me up,
and I slide down,
Just like Doc Brown,
from that tower.

When my time's up
I might erupt
I love that sound
Yeah, you got me

The mouse ran up,
and I go down
the clock strikes one,
and you got me

The mouse ran up,
and your time's up,
and your time's up,

Now, the party don't start without "Big Ben"

Don't stop, cuckoo clock
DJ, whip that bird out.
Big Hand, Little Hand,
Always touching when they can.
Tick tock, grab your clock
Then the party won't stop, no

Don't stop, quartz clock
Oscillations on my mind
My chains, wound tight
Whether morning, noon, or night.
Tick tock, grab your clock
Then the party won't stop, no