List of song parodies

Andrew has a knack for music, and loves to sing lyrics that basically roasts his own motherland set to various tunes.
== All We Know ==
All We Know is a 2016 Chainsmokers song.
The parody is in Latin that is closer to Classical Latin (with the usage of the que comma and lack of punctuation) than Moricounien Latin and refers to how children are primarily blind to and blissfully unaware of the stuff that is happening around them. The "cognosco" word is meant to be pronounced kog-nos-kough instead of the classical Latin kon-yos-ko, and moricouniae is an accidental misspelling by Andrew which was meant to be moricuniae.
Blowing smoke right through the window implies that the children he mentions either already smoke either nicotine or cannabis, or that they were making a fool out of themselves so boisterously that he notices their blunders from afar, which in turn implies his distaste for TikTok challenges. It is also reflected in Latin as the self-aware quia sum prepubescens infantusque tam stultus et hii omnes sunt qui cognosco, "because I am prepubescent, infantile and very stupid and this is all I know", which indicates the ignorance the children have towards what the adults are worrying about, in this case, social media (his afternoon is diving deep into social media), and his overall self-awareness derived from his high IQ and EQ.
He also hints at BDSM in the second verse, which is masked as a question on the political ideologies of the people. Andrew is genuinely confused on how could people find being beaten like a Spartan boy erogenous.
He also uses we instead of they when he talks about his friends doing stupid stuff, which further consolidates his self-awareness, humility and his acknowledgement to the fact that he is not greater than them and at times will devolve to their validation-seeking tendencies.
Latin	English literal	English poetic
Socialismus in hoc et
cognoscitur per me sed
ne curo plus ultra
Christus me salvit
ducitque sed puto
dehibeo obliviscit	Socialism in here and
Known by me but
I do not care any more
Christ saves me
And leads me but I think
I must forget him	I know socialism
And think that it's good but
I do not care anymore
God is good to us
Christ has saved us but
Should we seek for more
Nos vivamus in mundum singulum
Tamen vivamus in vita singula
Ergo quid ut facitur
Si nos interficamus nos	We live in one world
But we live in one life
So what is it to be done
If we kill ourselves	This planet is all that we have
This one life is all that we have
So what is there to do
If we keep killing ourselves
Sed bicycleto veho in viis moricouniae
Putans quid facere pro postmeridiem mei
Quia sum prepubescens infantusque tam stultus
Et hii omnes sunt qui cognosco	But I ride my bike in the roads of Moricounie
Thinking what to do for my afternoon
Because I am prepubescent, infantile and very stupid
And these all are what I know	I ride my bike out to the road down the streets of Moricounie
Going anywhere I want from Marquinton to Ascsenia
Seeing all my other friends blowing smoke right through the window
'Cause this is all we know
omnes sunt qui cognosco
omnes sunt qui cognosco	All that I know
All that I know	'Cause this is all we know
'Cause this is all we know
Hodie'st proelium
Ne congruere possum's
Quod servire pauperibus
Votum potestatis
Aut dolorem ipsum
Volamus in ratio aliena	Today's a war
We cannot agree
How to serve the poor
Want of power
Or pain itself
We want them for alien reasons	Today there's a fight
'Cause we can't agree on
How to serve the unfortunate
Could be want of power
Or just the pain itself
That we want for some reason
Nos vivamus in mundum singulum
Ergo dehibamus vivere in pacem
Quia una vita sit
Ne nos interficete	We live in one world
So we must live in peace
Because there is one life
Do not kill us	This planet is all that we have
This one life is all that we have
So what is there to do
If we keep killing ourselves
Sed bicycleto veho in viis moricouniae
Putans quid facere pro postmeridiem mei
Quia sum prepubescens infantusque tam stultus
Et hii omnes sunt qui cognosco	But I ride my bike in the roads of Moricounie
Thinking what to do for my afternoon
Because I am prepubescent, infantile and very stupid
And these all are what I know	I ride my bike out to the road down the streets of Moricounie
Going anywhere I want from Marquinton to Ascsenia
Seeing all my other friends blowing smoke right through the window
'Cause this is all we know
omnes sunt qui cognosco
omnes sunt qui cognosco	All that I know
All that I know	'Cause this is all we know
'Cause this is all we know
== Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ? ==
Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ? is a French socialist song.
It is not a parody per se, but an LFVML translation.
Original French	Little Fidesham VML
Ils avançaient l'air buté, poings aux poches
Ils souriaient en pensant à Gavroche 
Ils s'enfonçaient dans le vent
Et toujours, ils espéraient au levant que le jour
Viendrait un jour
"Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ?"
J'entends toujours cette question
Qu'ils se posaient les camarades
Pendant qu'un vieux croiseur en rade
Gueulait à plein canon :
"C'est pour de bon !"	Ei promovent, en ér pert, pugni absconds
Ei rident, cogitum de Gavroche
Ei pugnant contri venti
Et, in sécula, ei sperant quelle dies adveniat
Adveniat ipse!
"Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ?"
Audio semper cella question
Qu'illi quérenteum, camarades
Ut una seneca navis
proclamavit in robur:
"C'est pour de bon !"
Ils avançaient à grand-peine, à grands pas
Ils arrivaient de la guerre du bois
Ils espéraient le soleil et l'amour
Ils s'épaulaient les amis de toujours
Serraient les rangs
"Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ?"
J'entends toujours cette question
Qu'ils se posaient les camarades
Pendant qu'un vieux croiseur en rade
Gueulait à plein canon :
"C'est pour de bon !"	Ei promovent, an magna difficultas 
Ei adveniunt dello prélium an silva
Ei sperant pre sol et l'amor
Ei fuciuntipsi, dell'amicis, semper,
Stringunt l'orda!
"Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ?"
Audio semper cella question
Qu'illi quérenteum, camarades
Ut una seneca navis
proclamavit in robur:
"C'est pour de bon !"
Lorsque revient l'automne et les grands soirs
Lorsque la nuit est plus longue et plus noire
Je me souviens d'un soir à Petrograd
Où les anciens se cherchaient dans le noir
Ohé les gars !
"Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ?"
J'entends toujours cette question
Qu'ils se posaient les camarades
Pendant qu'un vieux croiseur en rade
Gueulait à plein canon :
"RÉVOLUTION !"	Quand'adveniunt l'automnus et l'hiemps 
Quand la nox est plus longa et plus niger
Ego memento della nox in Petrograd
Ub'illi requérerintipsi an nox
Ohe viri!
"Quand fera-t-il jour, camarade ?"
Audio semper cella question
Qu'illi quérenteum, camarades
Ut una seneca navis
proclamavit in robur:
"REVOLUTION!"
== Promise Ain't Enough ==
Promise Ain't Enough is a song by Daryl Hall and John Oates released in 1997.
The Moricounien parody pokes fun at the unusual amount of care the state presents to her citizens, much more than those of other countries. It also references Muranami at the third stanza.
Lyrics
Don't wanna open your mind
You're afraid of your own kind
Your kind the type to 'plode for cunt
There's something you should know
Before you give up and go
That us mourbs are much more of runts
I just wanna define myself and show you how I feel
If a promise ain't enough
Then the state does everything
Gotta give you hunge a day
Do you feel what I mean?
Know that one's heart just tells them what to say
But words can only prove so much
When they're apprehended
Hold on to my love
Though my words can't describe
How I'm feeling all inside
Does my touch say anything to you?
I'm not afraid to take time
'Cause I know you'll find
That I'm real, and my touch is true, oh, yeah
It's taken a lifetime to get to this point and now we don't wanna lose it
If a promise ain't enough
Then the state says everything
Don't open a Patreon.
Do you think of your comrades?
Know that a majority can't afford the shits
Money can only buy so much
If a quarter ain't enough
Hold on to my love
O, took a lifetime to find what I want, I won't let it get away
Holy shit she ain't a mourb!
Her face was so fake
Why didn't I see that!
I was fucking blind
Thus is the status quo of society
But there is no turning back
Promises ain't enough;
Hold on to my love
== Homeward Bound ==
Homeward Bound is a song by Simon and Garfunkel.
The Moricounien parody is here.
== To Love Somebody ==
To Love Somebody is a song by the BeeGees, popularised by Michael Bolton, originally written by the former for Otis Reading before he died in a plane crash.
This is not a parody per se, because it already has enough symbolism to go around, but it is an almost-accurate translation into Latin.
English	Latin
There's a light, certain kind of light that never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you, lived with you
There's a way, everybody's saying to do each and every little thing
But what good does it bring if I ain't got you, ain't got you
You don't know what it's like, baby you don't know what it's like
To love somebody, to love somebody the way I love you	Ecce lux, ille lux, qui me numquam illuminat
Mea vita volo esse apud tu, apud tu
Ibi modus, qui postulunt pro facere quicumquod
Sed quantum bon qui facet si ne habeo tu, ne habeo tu
Ne scis que quam sit pro amare aliquem
In modo qua, in modo qua, qua te amo
In my brain I see your face again, I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind, but I'm blind, so sorrily blind
I'm a man, can't you see what I am - I live and I breathe for you
But what good does it do if I ain't got you, ain't got you
You don't know what it's like, baby you don't know what it's like
To love somebody, to love somebody the way I love you
You don't know what it's like, baby you don't know what it's like
To love somebody, to love somebody the way I love you	In mea mens, video te iterum, scio mea fundatio
Tu dehibes ne esse tam caecus, sed ego caecus, tam caecus sum
Ego vir sum, videsne - vivo et respiro pro tu
Sed quantum bon qui facet si ne habeo tu, ne habeo tu
Ne scis que quam sit pro amare aliquem
In modo qua, in modo qua, qua te amo
Ne scis que quam sit pro amare aliquem
In modo qua, in modo qua, qua te amo
== Tous les mêmes ==
Tous les mêmes (English: All the same) is a song by Stromae released in 2013.
The Moricounien parody changes the lyrics so that it refers to anyone with a subscription service, which by this point is very common and very much illegal in Moricounie. However, since this song refers to being faced with the same issues in relationships over and over again, there was little to no modification.
Tous les mêmes
Vous les hommes vous êtes tous les mêmes
Commis' puis Patreön
Adobe Microsystems
Si prévisibles ; non je ne suis pas certaine, que tu l'mérites
Z'avez d'la chance qu'on vous aime
Dis-moi "Merci"
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Cette fois c'était la dernière
Tu peux croire que c'est qu'une crise
Mate une dernière fois mon derrière, il est à côté de mes valises
Tu diras au revoir à ta mère, elle qui t'idéalise
Tu n'vois même pas tout c'que tu perds
Avec une autre ce serait pire
Oups les Apprehenders sont ici maintenant
Vous serez morts !
Vous serez avoir l'interdiction... pour l'exploitation
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Facile à dire, je suis gnan-gnan
Et que j'aime trop les bla bla bla
Mais non non non, c'est important
Ce que t'appelles les ragnagnas
Tu sais la vie c'est des enfants
Mais comme toujours c'est pas l'bon moment
Ah oui pour les faire là tu es présent
Mais pour les élever y'aura des absents
Lorsque acceptons ta réalité
Où on vous paie pour toujours
Arrête je sais que tu mens
Il n'y a que Microsoft qui est éternelle
NSO, c'est jamais bon!
Patreön, c'est jamais bon!
Subscrib'star, c'est jamais bon!
Gumroad, seulement donations !
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Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes et y'en a marre
Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, arrêter ça !
Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, je propose !
Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes