Shake It Off Parody lyrics

I have so much fame

I'm richer than Bruce Wayne

My life is so great (Mmh, mmh)

I just can't keep a date (Mmh, mmh)

But it's not enough for me

To be queen of country

I need more love and acclaim (Mmh, mmh)

Because I am insane

I'll make pop music

That's trite, bland and useless

And use my dumb blonde cuteness

To expand my fan base to a bigger size

Yes this song is really lame, lame, lame, lame, lame

And this video's the same, same, same, same, same

A mess of cheerleading, twerking and ballet

Make it stop, make it stop!

Why does this scene look like a shitty Gap ad?

Why the hell am I dressed like an urban man?

I am clueless, who I am, am, am, am, am?

Turn it off, turn it off!

I date a lot of guys

And I'm always surprised

When they break up with me (Mmh, mmh)

I'm lovely, can't you see! (Mmh, mmh)

But the sad truth is that (the sad truth is that)

I am a physco path (am a physco path)

If you do not love me (Mmh, mmh)

I'll chop off you're testes

So just keep on hating

And I'll keep on making

Songs that keep on stating

That I don't care!

Which proves you care way too much!

I just want the whole wide world to love Tay Tay

That's why I'm desperately trying to relate

To every race by dressing up all these ways

Make it stop, make it stop!

I have absolutely no rhythm, it's sad

When I dance I look like a paralyzed rat

Hypnotizing you with ass so that you can't

Turn it off, turn it off!

Hey, hey, hey

You didn't think this god awful panting sellout

Song and video could get any worse did you?

Well guess what?

Now you have to listen, to, me, rap!

It's going according to plan

I'll have my revenge on the haters who hate

My new army of zombie fans will obey my commands

Kill my haters and the jerks I used to date!

Taylor don't you've gone insane, sane, sane, sane, sane!

Your feeble attempt to halt me is in vain

Now behold the dawning of my wicked rein

Taylor stop! Taylor stop!

I will damn you back to hell, hell, hell, hell, hell!

Go ahead that's were I dwell, dwell, dwell, dwell, dwell

There is nothing you can do to break my spell!

Taylor stop, Taylor stop!

To break your evil curse

I'll send you somewhere worse

I lord God now decree

You go back to country!

--VIDEO--

Well, well, well look who came crawling back to her country roots!

We don't tolerate around here Satanic country singer tries to go pop but they get banished back to country by the Lord.

No we don't.

This is where you belong girl.

And you ain't never leaving.

Now play that country music devil woman.

Wooooooaaaaahhh!

NOOOOOOOO!