UberX-TRATERRESTRIAL (The Uber Song)
A drunken traveller is abducted by her extraterrestrial Uber drivers in this SciFi/Horror/Dance mashup.
/ do-it-. .
Presented by MINORapocalypse & The DeSimone Sisters
Directed by Greg Emetaz & Amanda DeSimone
Written by Amanda DeSimone
"FUCK YO' BLINKA (The 405 Song)" music & lyrics by Amanda DeSimone, mixed by Nick Zagorin
Director of Photography: Greg Emetaz
Producer: Amanda DeSimone
Editor: Amanda DeSimone
Color grading & Credits: Greg Emetaz
With: Jo Anne Kappel, Victoria A. DeSimone, Greg Emetaz, Alexis Kramer, Coco the Dog, Collin Leydon.
Lyrics:
Is it a bird, is it a plane?
Don’t be scurred, it’s ‘bout to rain
uberX in full effect, and they ‘bout to run a train
On your ass is what I’m sayin’
‘Cause surge pricing you’ll be payin’
It’ll cost you 200 to go 10 blocks
I don’t pay no never mind, no,
I’m down with the changing times
I’m ready for my close encounter of the third kind
My invite code is “hiho,” and it’s off to work I go
And, also, I get high, ho
Resistance is futile
Chorus: You acknowledge that Uber does not provide transportation or logistic services or function as a transportation carrier.
I’m trying to get you, Uber, but I’m in a dead zone
I’m trying to call you, Uber, but your number’s unknown
You got 40 billion dollars, but you ain’t got no phone
I mean, even E.T. could phone the fuck home
Ground control to UberX, your circuit’s dead, I’m in distress
Can you hear me, UberX? Can you hear me, UberX?
Yeah, I’m ready for my probe!
Chorus: Uber does not guarantee the suitability, safety or ability of third-party providers.
It looks like my message was received
and now I got an UberX driver coming to retrieve
A bunch of us, you see, I’ve joined a cult, I mean a family:
A Trekkie, a Thronie, a Brony and me
We’re gonna drink this Kool-Aid on the count of three
So we’ll be hydrated for our long journey
Yeah, Uber’s sending someone from a galaxy
Far, far away to search our cavities
Chorus: You agree the Uber has no responsibility or liability to you related to any transportation or logistics provided to you. Fear is the disease, hustle is the antidote.