Parodies

The author of this is unknown Sung to the tune of "Miami" by Will Smith

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Orlando, uh, uh Backstreet,bringin the heat, uh Haha, can y'all feel that Can y'all feel that Jig it out, uh Here I am, I'm a fan,I think 'N SYNC blows, But I love the BSB,the way their faces glow, All the fans throwing bras, everybody party all day Their CD we play,all day, okay They can't sip a little *something*,or the rumors will spill, But at their hotel,they run up a room service bill, Nothin less than ill, they're dressed to kill ('N SYNC) Everytime AJ passes, the girls be like "yeah,I'm on the pill" Can y'all feel us,fans of all ages & races,Real sweaty faces Every different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican Black, White, Cuban, and Asian I fall in love after I hear their songs playin', Been a fan since `97 and I keep on stayin', These'r the type of guys I could spend a few days with, In Orlando with the men that keep my mind crazin'

Yo I heard the BSB's ain't nothin to mess with We can see the sweat drip, when they strip (lol) They're half dressed but fully equipped And all the fans are screaming out,"Nick, can you please sign my tits?" So I'm thinkin I'm wanna screw them, they're so hot, And Nsync deserves to be stabbed and shot, Hottest Boys in the city, but they're just out of reach, Don't let Nsync get to ya, I poisoned them with bleach 98 Degrees? Oh PLEASE!, go cry to your mommies, Everytime the Boys come to town, we're screaming,"take a picture with ME!" In my Backstreet tee, ain't no stoppin me So, go their concerts and cash in your dough, And see Kevin's Versace's fashion shows Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo, ain't no men in the world like this And if you ask how I know I gots ta plead the fifth

Chorus: Party with those hotties and the heat is on All night, watch their tapes till the break of dawn Welcome to Orlando Bienvenidos a Orlando Bouncin at their shows where the heat is on, All night, watch their tapes till the break of dawn I'm goin to Orlando Welcome to Orlando Don't get me wrong, Shytown got it goin on And New York is the city that we know don't sleep And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy But on the sneak, Orlando bringing the heat for real Y'all don't understand I never seen five men with so many screaming fans Now this is the plan When he's right in our reach,we'll steal Kevin's wedding band Rings on his hands Damn, he's so sexy While 'N SYNC's smoking pot in the West Keys, The BSBs are riding jetskis, loungin in the palm trees And I wanna have the keys for their summerhouse piece on Southbeach AJ's pants are so clear you can see his bottom Hundred-thousand dollar car, yeah, Nicky's got one Ain't no surprise in the club to see B-Rok, Sweet D, & Bone Orlando, my second home

Chorus to fade: Party with those hotties and the heat is on All night, watch their tapes till the break of dawn Welcome to Orlando Bienvenidos a Orlando Bouncin at their shows where the heat is on, All night, watch their tapes till the break of dawn I'm goin to Orlando Welcome to Orlando

Sung to the tune of "Come On Ride The Train" by Quad City DJs

Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on ride the Train (he’s a choo-choo), and ride him Come on ride the Train (he’s a choo-choo, Train) Come on ride the Train (he’s a choo-choo), and ride him Come on ride the Train (he’s a choo-choo, Train)

I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can

Way deep down south Yo we see this man He’s one of BSB And yo we call him the Train So If you wanna ride his thing Just come on down This Train is goin round Come on, just jump aboard So grab your big old sign Your T-shirt and your pens Look at him, woo-woo Quite a choo-choo He moves You need to start singin And come on with me The concert won’t be free I hope that I can see And I can see you wanna ride him Just can’t fight it And I wanna knock on His hotel door So to all of the girls I know you're calling their names: "Brian, Nick, and AJ!" But I wanna ride the Train

Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on ride the Train, and ride him Come on, he’s a choo-choo Come on, he’s a choo-choo, Train Come on, he’s a choo-choo Come on, he’s a choo-choo, Train

If you feel like screaming Well come on, it’s up to you He's up so high, he’s looking down at you The Train is six foot two

I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can

I can smell his sweet cologne From a mile away Turn around and BOOM! Security guard says “Hey!” He’s looking phat to death His mom done right His butt’s so tight Give me dreams at night Right about now, it’s about that time For girls to holler Yeah, they wanna follow And be the lucky caller We need those tickets to see Train We jump in line Cause we’ve got him on our brain It ain’t no thang, it’s all the same Get on the Train track Here we go, no! None on the floor We’ll have to sit in the back So get your film, get ready He’ll be coming to our town He won’t let us down Let’s make that choo-choo sound Like this

Ride that choo-choo (woo-woo) Ride that choo-choo (woo-woo) Ride that choo-choo (woo-woo) Ride that choo-choo (woo-woo)

Come on, he’s a choo-choo Come on, he’s a choo-choo, Train

If you feel like screaming Well come on, it’s up to you He's up so high, he’s looking down at you The Train is six foot two

I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can

Although my blonde hair has always been a friend of mine I’m leaving my locks in your hands. People say I’m crazy and that I am blind Risking my hair with your hands. And how you’ve got me blonde is still a mystery I can’t get it out of my hair Don’t care who you’ve messed up in your history As long as you dye my hair.

I don’t care who you are Where you’re from What you did As long as you dye me Who you are Where you’re from What you did As long as you dye me

Every little color you have dripped and dyed Feels like it’s deep in my scalp Doesn’t really matter if its really fried As long as you color me

I don’t care who you are Where you’re from What you did As long as you dye me Who you are Where you’re from What you did As long as you dye me

I’ve tried to hide it so that no one knows But I guess it shows When you look close at my roots Who you’ve dyed and where you’re coming from I don’t care As long as you dye me

I don’t care who you are Where you’re from What you did As long as you dye me Who you are Where you’re from What you did As long as you dye me