Musique et zizis : merci Saturday Night Live

Par Monsieur Lâm

Chouette, voici la dernière création d’Andy Samberg, Akiva Schaffer and Jorma Taccone, les géniaux auteurs du Saturday Night Live, qui fait uriner de rire l’Amérique et – merci Internet – le monde entier.

Car après le R’n’B années 80 de Dick In a Box, voici la techno cheap pour éjaculateurs précoces : Jizz In My Pants. Je serais Basshunter que mes oreilles siffleraient (et les nôtres saignent).

C’est à se tordre de rire et on voit bien que la réussite de la chose repose ici sur les mêmes recettes que Dick In A Box :
- La musique pourrait vraiment être vendue en magasins
- Les paroles sont à hurler de rire (et dispos dans la suite)
- Justin Timberlake est (plus ou moins) de la partie
- Les mimiques des mecs sont… Jouissives, il n’y a pas d’autres mots.

Tiens, à peu de chose près, on aurait décrit la mécanique de nos Inconnus nationaux (Tranxen 200 etc.), prends ça, USA. Bon, retour à nos branleurs : pour se faire un Karaoké, go (in my pants).

Jizz In My Pants – Lonely Island (Album “Incredibad”)

Lock eyes from across the room
down my drink while the rhythms boom
take your hand and skip the names
no need here for the silly games
make our way through the smoke and crowd
the club is the sky and I’m on your cloud
move in close as the lasers fly
our bodies touch and the angels cry
leave this place go back to yours
our lips first touch outside your doors
a whole night what we’ve got in store
whisper in my ear that you want some more
and I

JIZZ IN MY PANTS
This really never happens you can take my word
I won’t apologize, that’s just absurd
Mainly your fault from the way that you dance
and now I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
don’t tell your friends or I’ll say your a slut
plus its your fault, you were rubbing my butt
I’m very sensitive, some would say that’s a plus

Now I’ll go home and change

I need a few things from the grocery
do things alone now mostly
left me heart broken not lookin’ for love
surprised in my eyes when I looked above
the check out counter and I saw a face
My heart stood still so did time and space
Never felt that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said I need a friend
She turned to me that’s when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked “Cash or Credit?”
And I

JIZZED IN MY PANTS
It’s perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But we’re going to need a clean up on aisle 3
And now I’m posed in an awkward stance because I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
To be fair you were flirting a lot
plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
please stop acting like you’re not impressed
One more thing, I’m gonna play by check

Last week – I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang and I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS

Speeding down the street when the red lights flash
need to get away need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS

The next day my alarm goes off and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS

Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS

When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of sixth sense I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS

I just ate a grape and I
JIZZED…IN…MY PANTS
JIZZED…IN…MY PANTS

Ok seriously you guys can we…ok…

I JIZZ RIGHT IN MY PANTS EVERY TIME YOU’RE NEXT TO ME
AND WHEN WE’RE HOLDING HANDS ITS LIKE HAVING SEX TO ME
YOU SAY IM PREMATURE I JUST CALL IT ECSTASY
I WEAR A RUBBER AT ALL TIMES ITS A NECESSITY

Cuz I
JIZZ…IN…MY PANTS
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants)
yes I JIZZ…IN…MY PANTS
(I jizz in my pants (AKIVA!), I jizz in my pants)