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Saturday, December 8, 2007

Silly Songs

Parodies of song lyrics are a weakness of mine...pathetic really.

My Generation 

 A tribute to the late '60's hit of the same name by The Who.

People want to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we can't get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they say are awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Like I didn't die before I got old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

That was my generation. That was my generation, baby

It's how we all f-f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
'Cos we can't hear what you all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

That was my generation. That was my generation, baby

Old stupid and fat
To the tune of Nina Simone's late '60's hit "Young, gifted and black":
(I considered using the line "Old, stupid and white" but 'fat' scans even better than the original).

To be old, stupid and fat,
Oh what a sad and lonely dream.
To be old, stupid and fat!
I think you know what I mean.

In the wide world we all share,
There are billions of us out here,
Who are old, stupid and fat!
And that's a fact!

Old, stupid and fat,
We must begin to tell our young.
There's a world waiting for you,
This is a quest that's just begun.

When you feel really low,
There's a snack food calling you know.
When you get old, stupid and fat,
There's no way back!

Old, stupid and fat,
How I longed to know the truth.
There are times when I look back,
And I am haunted by my youth

Oh but my joy is of today,
We can all be proud to say:
To be old, stupid and fat,
Is where it's at!

Help me shovel through the shiteKris Kristofferson had a big one with "Help me make it through the night", but really he just wanted to get in yer pants...

Take the cat fur from your hair, sweep it up and out the door.
It's another lovely sight, like the puke stains on the floor.

Come lay down by my side, while they prowl through the night.
They're just taking our tomorrows; help me shovel through the shite.

Rolling down to old Meow-ee
Our cats:
  • Do not have telephones
  • Do not like plain crisps
  • Love cat food
They sing:
(to the tune of Rolling down to old Maui)

It's a damned hard life full of toil and strife,
We pussycats must endure.
And we don't give a damn when we're eating our spam,
What it costs you at the store.

For we're always going out that door,
And we're always coming in.
And we always say, when we're on our way:
Let me out, right now, meow-ee!

Let me out, right now, meow-ee, me boys!
Let me out, right now, meow-ee!
And we always say, when we're on our way:
Let us out, right now, meow-ee!

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