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If we make cds first, we can sell them at our concerts
I'm brainstorming two parodies right now, I swear!!
Alright! :brow: I'll believe ya!
EDIT: whoops, wrong thread. Very sorry, ladies and gents :rage:
Trying a new song out. Maybe it will work. Maybe not. Don't want to inflame anyone in the process, so gotta work with this one. :) http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/musik/k010.gif
And a new one. For Stan and Papaya :lol: :nod:
Hey, Matey!
(Parody of Jim Stafford’s Cow Patti)
Now th’ Dastardly’s Cap’n Stan, were a Pirate man,
An able-bodied uh seafarer as they come.
‘E lived by ‘is cutlass; swore by ‘is pistols,
And swilled ‘is own fair share o’ rum.
Auld Arrow were a ghost of th’ sea, frae Davey Jones’ Locker ‘e be,
Been down there nigh on two hundred year.
But ‘is powers grew great, and ‘e left that place,
And caught th’ first ship passin’ near.
Now, th’ Ghost ‘e ‘ad naught agin th’ good Cap’n Stan,
Tho’ ‘e liked nae t’sail ‘neath a Pirate Flag;
But ‘e’d ‘ad a start, when ‘e saw th’ Cap’n charts—
Frae naething good could come frae yon plague!
So th’ Ghost did what ‘e maun, t’stop Stan frae going,
T’was like conversation w’ a rock!
So Auld Arrow shed nae ghostly tears, when Stan were marooned out there,
And th’ Dastardly were overtook!
Yo-ho-ho! Hey, Matey!
Yo-ho-ho! Hey, Matey!
Dance th’ hornpipe lively now,
Each laddie bow now to yer lady!
Yo-ho-ho! Hey Matey!
Now Cap’n Stan saw red, and got frightful mad,
Tho’ Auld Arrow left a fair ship in trade—
‘E kicked th’ crew outta their bunks, aboard a Chinee Junk,
And set forth full sail after th’ Dastardly in a rage!
‘E were slick and sly, caught Cap’n Papaya’s eye,
Auld Arrow dressed fer th’ wedding to the nines.
But t’were all a trick, by Cap’n Stan the Slick
“I aims t’ reclaim wot be mine!”
Yo-ho-ho! Hey, Matey!
Yo-ho-ho! Hey, Matey!
Dance th’ hornpipe lively now,
Each laddie bow now to yer lady!
Yo-ho-ho! Hey Matey!
Auld Arrow hit the main deck, voice as cold as Death,
In a cloud o’ Ocean mist and spray.
All around thet tub, heads began to bob up;
The Dead of the Sea come calling on ol’ Stan thet day.
Th’ Cap’n says “Hee, old Ghost, I prefers, that we talks out some terms.”
Auld Arrow t’ought thet muckle fair, and agreed as well.
But these days Cap’n Stan knows, where’re ‘e goes:
A ghost watches: And a crew waits ‘neath the Ocean’s swell…
Yo-ho-ho! Hey, Matey!
Yo-ho-ho! Hey, Matey!
Dance th’ hornpipe lively now,
Each laddie bow now to yer lady!
Yo-ho-ho! Hey Matey!
©7/4/2006
Pendragon
And again: A Parody of The Eagle's hit: New York Minute
Midnight Minute
Auld Arrow got up
Dressed all in black,
Went back to Davey Jones’ Locker,
And he never came back.
They found his logbooks,
Sealed up tightly in an empty cask;
And he won't be out on deck, y’all,
in the morning
He once had a home
The love of his wife and little girl;
But men lose their lives sometimes
As the years unfurl.
One day he crossed some pirates,
And he was no longer in this world.
But few reckon it matters anymore!
In a Midnight Minute
Everything can change
In a Midnight Minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a Midnight Minute
Everything can change
In a Midnight Minute…
Lying alone in the darkness
He’s heard the victims wail;
Somebody going thorough torture,
Somebody's twisted taste of hell.
He couldn’t just do nothing at all,
He had to fight ‘em tooth and nail—
But the wolf is always at the door
In a Midnight Minute
Everything can change
In a Midnight Minute
Things can get a little strange
In a Midnight Minute
Everything can change
In a Midnight Minute…
And for so many weary days
When darkness would fall early;
Auld Arrow would rush above the waves,
To help the ones aboard The Dastardly.
It began to seem a fool's advice,
They could take care of their own, please!
Then one day they're here—Next day they're gone!
Arrow pulled the mist around his shoulders
As he walked down through the docks.
Couple skeletons hanged above him,
Their bones rattling in the dark.
He thought about that accursed island,
Where Old Flint had left his mark:
Left his treasure there, never came back..
What makes the mind of man so cloudy,
That their heart can never hear;
That the days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here?
I’d give every golden treasure in this world,
To the One Who Can Make these dark clouds disappear!
But, until that day, I have to believe…
I believe, I believe…
Got go back and rest…
In a Midnight Minute
Everything can change
In a Midnight Minute
You can get out of the rain
In a Midnight Minute
Everything can change
In a Midnight Minute…
And so Auld Arrow bids adieu!
Not trying to cause trouble, just laughing it off, OK? Be real cool now!
Get Over It!
(Parody of The Eagles’ smash hit Get Over It!)
Sometimes I get onto a thread, and what do I see,
A whole crowd of people who think—“The World Revolves Around Me!”
Their opinion is all that matters; got no respect for anyone else—
“If we wanted a correct answer, friend, we’d have to ask ourselves!”
Then when the moderators step in, Ouch! Hear the loud complaint—
Now I reckon it’s too late to say “You should’ve practiced more restraint!”
Get over it! Get over it!
All the whinin’, the moanin’, and pitchin’ a fit—
Get over it! Get over it!
It ain’t like the signs weren’t there, or no red flags were raised—
Somebody mentioned “Tolerance.” But you acted like the man was insane.
It was said a discussion always has two sides, the words were well rehearsed—
But they got drowned in the angry words, often citing chapter and verse.
Did you really think there was any other way this loathsome mess would end?
It may only take two to argue, how many does it take to comprehend?
Get over it! Get over it!
Gotta stop sometime, better call it quits!
Get over it! Get over it!
Kinda felt like I was on trial every time that I signed on!
Discussion is fine, but you can beat a dead horse far too long!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Can’t ya be a little civil, talk a little more polite?
If you think somebody’s wrong, calling names won’t make them right!
When the threads are getting locked as fast as they open, gotta be a reason, son!
Trouble is nobody thinks the problem just might be Old Number One!
Yeah, that’s right—you wanna assign some blame point that finger at yourself,
And tell me just what you have done to help somebody else! Hey yeah!
Get over it! Get over it!
Take your share of blame, now, don’t play so innocent!
Get over it! Get over it!
(Spoken)
Bout time we all moved on. Get over it!
Finally got around to doing a parody -- I'm very, extremely sorry, but it's of a Backstreet Boys song...or, if you prefer to think of it cheerfully, a Weird Al song.
LITNET
A parody of "eBay" by Weird Al, a parody of "That Way" by the Backstreet Boys
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I read...Sylvia Plath
Don't have...time for a bath
Not by...the TV set
No, I'm still on LitNet
My flat...is still a mess
Icebox...is a pool of cess
Where am I?...You can bet
That I'm still on LitNet
Tell me why
I can't resist that Hyacinth :brow:
Tell my why
It's satisfying like absinthe
Tell me why
That newbie's avy is Boba Fett
Cuz there's not 'nuff Star Wars on LitNet
Each night...I log on
With just...my socks on
No way...a flatmate I'd get
Spending all my time on LitNet
I can't help
Spilling how I feel each day
I can't help
Knowing something clever to say
I can't help
Begging my mom to let
Me back on LitNet
My instinct it says that
I have to feed my cat
But I haven't got the time, -i-ime,
My plants, they look funny,
And I'm all out of money
But I can't get my sonnet to rhyyyyme!!!
The games...are so fun
I haven't...seen the sun
For weeks...for weeks...for weeks...
Am I addicted???
My mail keeps piling up
Got no bathroom, just a coffee cup
All my live friends, I haven't met
Since I got on LitNet
I don't know
Why I love to do those haikus
I don't know
When the last time was that I snoozed
Oh, now I know
Why my toes are feeling all wet
All that time in socks and on LitNet
Now I know
Why my girlfriend left me
It was cuz
I asked her questions only
It's a wonder
My eyesight hasn't gone yet
Reading every post on LitNet
I think I live on LitNe-e-e-et...
only the writers workin here... hmph...
A double-feature of the Eagles!! Sorry it took so long...
CHEESECAKE TONIGHT
A parody of “Heartache Tonight” by the Eagles
Somebody’s got an appetite
For those sweet desserts
She’s gonna stuff her face all Night
Till her stomach hurts
She’s gonna have to tell somebody
To get her what she needs
Her sweet tooth is now in control
She’ll follow where it leads
She’s gonna have some cheesecake tonight
Some cheesecake tonight, I know
She’s looking for a cheesecake tonight
A cheesecake tonight, I know,
Oh no
Some places, they stay open late
Some stores can’t hold out that long
But Night couldn’t bear to go home now
Before her craving’s gone
Her hunger’s gonna last forever
Keep her from going to sleep
Unless sometime before the moon is full,
She opens up the trunk of her Jeep
And fills it up with cheesecake tonight
With cheesecake for Night, I know
She’s eatin’ lots of cheesecake tonight
Cheesecake tonight, I know
Let’s go
She’s gonna have some cheesecake tonight
Can’t have just one bite
It’s fluffy and light
If you make it right
She’s gonna have some cheesecake tonight
Some cheesecake tonight, I know
Cheesecake, baby
Somebody’s gonna be in pain
When the night is through
She’ll only have herself to blame
Nothin’ she can do
She shoulda known to slow on down
And not to eat so much
Now she’s layin’ down and holdin’ her gut
Though it’s too tender to touch
Now Nightshade’s got a tummyache tonight
A tummyache tonight, I know
She’s gonna have a tummyache all night
A tummyache all night, I know
Oh, I know
We can feed her pills and syrups
We can leave her there to moan
We can send her to the hospital
But either way, she’s gonna have a
Tummyache all night
A tummyache all night, I know
Oh, I know
It’s from all that cheesecake last night
The cheesecake last night, I know…
DEBATE TONIGHT
A parody of “Heartache Tonight” by the Eagles
Somebody’s gonna fight someone
Before the night is through
Somebody’s gonna come undone
Maybe cuz of you?
Everybody’s put in their two cents
Knowin’ that they’re right
They can’t compromise on anything
It’s always black or white
There’s gonna be a debate tonight
A debate tonight, I know
We’re gonna have a debate tonight
A debate tonight, I know
Oh, no
Some people are gonna sit up late
Some folks can’t hold out that long
But nobody wants to sleep just yet
Unless they’re proven wrong
This fight is gonna last forever
Been goin’ on for years
But sometime before the sun comes up
Somebody’s gonna be drownin’ in tears
There’s gonna be a debate tonight,
A debate tonight, I know
We’re gonna have a debate tonight
A debate tonight, I know
Let’s go
There’s gonna be a debate tonight
If you’re dim or if you’re bright
You’ll bark and then you’ll bite
It’s a heck of a fight
There’s gonna be a debate tonight,
A debate tonight, I know
A throwdown, baby
Some stubborn person’s brand new pout
Says who won and who lost
A sight more vicious than an alehouse bout
Well, now we know who’s boss
Everybody wants to have their say
For ev’ryone else to hear
Doesn’t matter if their typing’s bad
Cuz they’ve had too much beer
They’re gonna have a headache tonight
A headache tonight, I know
They’re gonna have a headache tonight,
A headache tonight, I know
Oh no
We can beat around the bushes
We can get down to the bone
We can beat a dead horse to a pulp
But either way, there’s gonna be a
Debate tonight
A debate tonight, I know
Oh, I know
There’ll be a debate tonight
A debate tonight, I know…
A whole song for me?:D:DQuote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
I m going to say Im flattered although I want to say I do not stuff my face...;)
I really like both :D:DQuote:
She’s gonna stuff her face all Night
Heehee, thanks, Night. YOU might not stuff your face, but there's bound to be a smiley somewhere that does...
:lol: :lol: That's hilarious, Robin!! Very good.