Lyrics

Aidan Rippeth Parody Song
(Verse 1) Yo, yo, yo, guess who's back, back again? Aidan's back, with a cough and phlegm He's got heartburn,
he's got gout, Selling junk you can't live without
He walks in the store, limp in his stride, Wheezing so hard like he's 'bout to collide But don't be fooled by his
shaky hand, Salesman Jim's got a master plan
(Chorus) I'm Aidan Rippeth, yes I'm the real Rippeth All you other fake Jims better get to slippin' Tryin' to sell
you junk that barely even works, But my bills ain't payin', so I gotta do this first
(Verse 2) Check it, got some blenders, they don't blend, And this watch? It'll break by the weekend My vacuum
cleaner's got a mind of its own, And this air fryer? Nah, it ain't even plugged in at home
"You need this!" I shout, while sweating profusely, "It's top of the line!" I say somewhat loosely, I got pills for
your hair, pills for your skin, Though I need 'em more, but I'm here to win!
(Chorus) I'm Aidan Rippeth, yes I'm the real Rippeth All you other fake Jims better get to slippin' Tryin' to sell
you junk that barely even works, But my bills ain't payin', so I gotta do this first
(Verse 3) I can't sleep, my back's in pain, Selling shady stuff is my whole campaign You need a mop? Well,
here's a rock, And this "smart TV" is just a cardboard box
I'm coughing and wheezing, barely still breathin', But I'm pushin' these deals like it's Black Friday season My
doctor said "Jim, you need to slow down," But I sold him a treadmill, now he's back in town!
(Chorus) I'm Aidan Rippeth, yes I'm the real Rippeth All you other fake Jims better get to slippin' Tryin' to sell
you junk that barely even works, But my bills ain't payin', so I gotta do this first
(Outro) So if you need a toaster that burns your toast, Or a "miracle cure" that's just a hoax, Come see me, Aidan,
your salesman guy, I'll sell you dreams... and then wave goodbye!