Birdemic “Hanging Out With My Family” Lyrics

November 7, 2012 § 5 Comments

Birdemic is easily one of the best movies ever made and I can’t say that I could find many better ways to spend 80 or so minutes of my time.  Imagine writing a screenplay that was 20 pages long and then thinking, “Damn, I need to find out how to make this last 80 or so minutes.”

- Really long scenes of people just driving

- Really long scenes of people walking to the next scene

- Awkward pauses, hundreds of unnecessary beats between dialogue

- Full “people dancing to songs” sequences

And there you have, “Birdemic: Shock and Terror”!

I was just listening to the Grammy-winning song “Hanging Out With My Family” by Damien Carter and thought “Man, I need to read those lyrics right now!”  But alas, I couldn’t find them transcribed anywhere on the internet.  Hey, I have a blog.  And I can do whatever the hell I want here.

So finally, internet, here are the lyrics to “Hangin’ Out With My Family” by Damien Carter from Birdemic:

(speaking) (inaudible) long time, show me some money, I think somebody’s callin’, gotta go. (laugh) 

(chorus)

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

 

A cool summer breeze, make me feel at ease

The barbecue is roarin’, and Uncle Phil is scorin’!

Big Mama’s in the kitchen, and everybody’s wishin’

That she’s fixin’, their FAV-orite dish

 

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

 

Young ladies are doin’ their make-up, and the brother’s can’t wait to HOOK up

Just gots (?) on the radio, and I hear somebody say HEL-LO

So grandma starts to dancin’, and grandma starts to prancin’

To make sure that the fellas, don’t try any glancin’!

 

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

Just hangin’ out, hangin’ out

Hangin’ out with my family, having ourselves a paaaarty

 

 

There you have it!  This has NOT been an edition of my “Terrible Lyrics” series.  These are clearly superior to any Ke$ha song ever.  Just a song about hanging out in the summer, summer, summertime with Uncle Phil (wow) and brothers hookin’ up with grandma’s that are dancin’ and prancin’.  (I can’t endorse that all of these lyrics are 100% accurate but they are at least 95% accurate.)

Maybe Damien Carter can enlighten us.

And you got to read them without 17 pop-ups and freezing up your computer like most lyrics websites!

 

 

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