Parody of "Shout" ©copyright 1984 by Tears for Fears / Roland Orzabal and Ian Stanley / Universal Music Group [Chorus] Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without Come on I'm counting on you, come on Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without Come on It's mustard again, come on [Verse 1] That spaghetti stain You shouldn't wear your dinner home On shirts of white It really, really starts to show Those greasy fries They landed on my favorite shirt Scrub 'em all night And somehow they just look much worse And somehow they just look much worse [Chorus] Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without Come on I'm counting on you, come on [Verse 2] I washed my whites And threw one red sock in as well Now everything's pink I guess I'll learn to wear pastels I guess I'll learn to wear pastels [Chorus] Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without Come on I'm counting on you, come on Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without Come on My shirt's turning brown, come on [Interlude] [Spoken] Okay... who's got my other sock? [Chorus] Shout, shout, get the stain out (Get the stain out!) These are the spots I can do without Come on I'm begging you now, come on [Bridge] And now my sweater fits my cat My socks have disappeared My fitted sheet ate half the wash There's Kleenex stuck to everything [Instrumental Build] [Spoken] Okay. Nobody panic. The washer's waddling across the floor. [Chorus] Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without (Where's my sock?) Come on (The dryer's got it!) I'm counting on you, come on Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without Come on I'm losing my mind, come on [Guitar Solo] [Spoken over solo] Cold wash! Gentle cycle! WHY IS IT SHRINKING?! [Final Chorus] Shout, shout, get the stain out These are the spots I can do without Come on I'm counting on you, come on (It really, really ought to go!) Shout, shout, get the stain out (IT'S STILL THERE!) These are the spots I can do without (I USED THE WHOLE BOTTLE!) Come on (It really, really ought to go!) I'm down on my knees, come on [Breakdown] [Spoken] Three washes. Two stain sticks. Oxygen bleach. Baking soda. Vinegar. And whatever Grandma said to do on Facebook. ... It's still there. [Outro] Shout, shout, get the stain out (I'd really love to bleach you out!) These are the spots I can do without (I'd really love to bleach you out!) Come on I'm counting on you, so come on Shout, shout, get the stain out (WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!) These are the spots I can do without (THAT SHIRT WAS FORTY BUCKS!) Come on I'm throwing it out... [Music stops] [Spoken] Fine. You're a shop rag now.
