Mad Magazine parodies

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,KC Geno
Date: 10 Nov 11 - 08:58 PM

I don't know why I remember these lyrics. And I'm only 90% sure they were from a MAD parody. But here goes, anyway ...

To the tune of "Honey" (Bobby Goldsboro's treacly sweet hit):


See the tree, how big it's grown
Since Honey babe left it alone
It might survive

She messed with it so much that it's
A miracle the blasted tree
Is still alive

And it would sure embarrass her
When I'd come home from workin' late
'Cause I would know

That she'd been sittin' there all evenin'
Swillin' down a great big bottle
Of Old Crow

I came home unexpectedly
And caught her necking shamelessly
With Fred one day

And it was in the early spring
When flowers bloom and birdies sing
They went away

And Honey I miss you
Like a hole in the head
And I hope you are happy
With creepy old Fred!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,jesfine
Date: 10 Nov 11 - 11:54 PM

From "College Fight songs we'd like to hear"
To the tune "Anchors Away":

On to the fray, my boys
On to the fray!
Kill those who block our path and
grind their bones to Clay!(clay, clay. clay)

We're mighty ________ men
stalwart and strong!
We'll kill the enemy
as soon as we complete this victory song!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,AmericanIcon
Date: 18 Nov 11 - 01:26 PM

Does ANYBODY still have the words to MAD's "Mine Eyes Have Seen The Horror of the Coming Of The Reds"?

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,bthurber
Date: 23 Nov 11 - 01:00 AM

How about this one, spoofing dentists...to the tune of the Air Force Song:

Off we go into that wild mouth yonder looking for molars to pull.
There's a tooth waiting to feel our thunder.
At 'em boys, give 'em the drill, rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
We dislike cavities left untreated. Teeth look bad, full of decay.
When we're in doubt, we pull them out. Oh, nothing can stop the dentist today!!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,furrball
Date: 06 Dec 11 - 06:02 PM

Here's as many as I can recall off the top of my so-called head:

(To the tune of "My Bonnie"):

The bluefish lie dead in the ocean
The codfish lie dead in the sea
The all died of water pollution
Caused by the oil company!

Don't swim! Don't swim!
Remember the bluefish and cod (and cod)
It's not our sea --
Texaco leased it from God!

And howzabout this one?
(To the tune of "Anchors Aweigh"):

Our kid's away, thank God
Our kid's away
We sent him off to camp
At thirty bucks a day(-ay-ay-ay)

Though it's a lot to pay
We'll raise no fuss
If we complain, then they might
Send him back
Might send him back
to us!

And finally
(to the tune of "Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder"
[or whatever that song's actually called!]):

Off we go into the bargain section
Running wild over the place
There's a clerk coming in our direction
Onward girls! Stomp on his face!

There's a dress that we can all fight over
Grab it, girls! Do not delay!
We'll pull till it's
All torn to bits
Nothing can stop us shoppers today!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: Bat Goddess
Date: 07 Dec 11 - 09:37 AM

Can't remember the tune, but the words to "She Got a Nose Job" are

"She got a nose job, she got a nose job,
It's now turned up instead of hanging down.
She got a nose job, she got a nose job
And now she's the prettiest girl in town."

Linn

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,hotsooze
Date: 16 Dec 11 - 10:27 PM

I loved the mad song to the tune of "love is Blue"
the words I know are
New,new my heart is new ,
straight from a man in Kalamazoo,.
also something with a second hand brain...
I'd love to know the whole song!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Jan 12 - 09:46 AM

Last verse of "Watchdog in the Night":

Whenever Im in sight
It's so upsetting,
Every time you bite,
It's me you're getting,
Now I'm full of fright,
My watchdog in the night!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Mar 12 - 05:15 PM

To the tune of the Army Air Corps Song

Off we go into that wild mouth yonder,
Looking for molars to fill.
There's a tooth waiting to feel our thunder,
At 'em boys, give 'em the drill.

Rat-tat-tat-tat--tat.

(Something, something, something, something, Could be we dislike       cavities left untreated, I'm not sure, I'll take whoevers
word for it)

Teeth look bad, full of decay.
When we're in doubt, we pull 'em out,
Oh nothing can stop a dentist today.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 23 Mar 12 - 11:36 AM

I think there is a missing line or two, because this was my favorite and I could only remember the following line.

Watchdog in the night,
You're so disarming.
Watchdog in the night,
it's so Alarming.
You would lead the (?)theives to the family jewwwwwels.

Anyway that's the part I almost remember. I want to thank you for posting, been looking for this for years.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine "Watchdog in the Night"
From: GUEST,no limits
Date: 25 Apr 12 - 10:15 AM

I thought"Watchdog in the Night" ended with "Now you're full of fight, my watchdog in the night." Either ending would be good.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,archie
Date: 26 Apr 12 - 09:13 PM

One I memorized some 50-odd (some very odd) years ago:

Pray, pray for old Pivnik Tech
We're gonna get it right in the neck
Send the sound of taps on high
As our whole team lays down to die
What thought the odds may be great or small
Old Pivnik Tech will fumble the ball
While our undergrads get sick
And transfer to USC!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Madgurl
Date: 03 May 12 - 05:00 AM

to the tune of "Hello Dolly": Oh, well, hello, deli - this is Joe, deli. Would you please send up a nice corned beef on rye? A box of Ritz, deli, and some Schlitz, deli... so-me cho-pped li-ver and a sliver of your ap-ple pie? Turkey legs, deli, hard boiled eggs, deli... with to-ma-toes and po-ta-toes you-u fre-nch fry? Oh, please don't be late, deli, 'cos I can't wait, deli. Deli, withou-out breakfast I will die-eye!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Madgurl
Date: 03 May 12 - 05:06 AM

Does anyone remember Mad's version of "Mame" (from Broadway musical)? I have partial lyrics:
I stagger out of a subway fight - Maimed.
I end my stroll down a street at night - Maimed.
I join a crowd that's jumpin' from early in the evenin' til the dawn,
My heart is really pumpin' 'cos I'm the one the crowd is jumpin' on!

{at this point I'm missing some of the lyrics, but it continues}:

They make a mess galore of me - they make a field of war of me.
Each day there's something more of me Maimed.

(Thanks if anyone knows the part that's missing.....)

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Mr B
Date: 05 May 12 - 03:15 AM

Here's what I remember

Every day is really a fun day
When I eat a big gooey sundae
When I eat a big gooey sundae
With the nuts on top

Caramel sauce all gooey and gummy
Blobs of cream all tasty and yummy
Gobs of fudge that drop in my tummy
With a slow plip-plop

A cherry sitttin' on a pineapple slice
The marshmallow's gettin' all sticky
The strawberry's mixin' with the fudge real nice
Which may be why I'm feeling icky

Though my figure's takin' a beatin'
From this gob of goo that I'm eatin'
When I'm through you'll find me repeatin'
'Cause I just can't stop
Eating all those gooey sundaes
With the nuts on the top

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Mr B
Date: 05 May 12 - 03:27 AM

The "food song" paperback mentioned above also had some poems. There is one about buttered peas to the rythym of "Gunga Din" with apologies to R. Kipling.

You may talk of beef and spuds
when you're frocked in fancy duds
A sittin' there as cozy as you please

But when some heathin' demon
In your stomach starts a screamin'
Then you'll sell your bloomin soul for buttered peas

First you shell 'em to a man
Then dump 'em in a pan
And boil 'em 'til the bugler calls a halt

Then remove 'em neat and clean
While you shout "God save the Queen!"
And serve 'em with some butter and some salt.

For it's peas, peas, peas
They're enough to bring a blighter to his knees

-there's more that I can't remember but some of the words/phrases are:
Walk the road to Mandalay for
To the God above I pray for
Those succulent, delicious buttered peas

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,guest1959
Date: 22 May 12 - 03:35 AM

Here's one I remember to the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic"

Your eyes are on the story on your color RCA
You are seated in a chair, alas, that's just 5 feet away
To think your eyes are both exposed to radiation's way
Your retinas are gone!

Glory Glory don't they fool ya!
Radiation's quite peculiar
It's hard to keep your eyes on "Julia"
Your retinas are gone!

There is one more verse but I can't remember it for the life of me!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 25 May 12 - 01:03 PM

Mad Comics Parody
To the tune of
"Oh what a beautiful morning"

There's a bright golden cyst on his elbow.
There's a bright golden cyst on his elbow.
His pulse is as weak as a dried-up old creek
And I think that his kneecap is starting to leak.

Oh what a bad operation,
Oh how I wish it weren't true
I did my darnedest to save him,
Looks like he didn't pull though

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Guest
Date: 28 May 12 - 03:14 PM

It looks like no one has added the Kellogg's song (sung to On Wisconsin):

Push Rice Krispies, Push Rick Krispies
Snap, crackle and pop.
While you're at it, try our cornflakes,
Finest of the crop-yum, yum, yum.
Tell that each is, great with peaches
Fresh or from the can.
And while you're pushing
Don't forget All Bran.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,rjhaley
Date: 03 Jun 12 - 10:51 PM

Christopher Columbus song, one slight change:

"No SILKS are sold here, there ain't no gold here..."

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: freddfish
Date: 04 Jun 12 - 10:18 AM

I'm Nothing But a Punk
(To the tune of "If I only had a Brain")

In the hottest summer weather,
You'll find me dressed in leather,
and Levis tightly shrunk.
And I feel brave and reckless
when I wear my Nazi necklace,
Cuz I'm nothing but a punk!

On my motorcycle racing,
you'll find me always chasing,
some poor old helpless drunk.
While his head I am breaking
there is simply no mistaking
That I'm nothing but a punk

Oh I am one tough guy that
all the other ones obey.
I took on a kid the other day,
one punch from me, she ran away!

(Sorry, that is all I remember...)

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 02 Jul 12 - 04:10 PM

This is one I remember...

"There's a bright golden cyst on his elbow,
There's a bright golden cyst on his elbow.
And his temperature's high as an elephant's eye,
I think this poor bugger is ready to die"

"Oh what a beautiful scalpel,
Oh what a beautiful knife,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
We can still save his poor life"

"Oh what a bad operation,
Oh how I wish it weren't true,
I did my durndest to save him,
Looks like he didn't pull through."

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,malbuff
Date: 16 Jul 12 - 09:13 PM

"Wouldn't It be Kerouac" from "My Fair Ad-Man"

All I remember is:

"Pop-Art paintings to set the mood
They'll look normal when we get stewed"

and then the ad-man interjecting:

"And tho' you'll think me rude
O, what's this thing called 'Kerouac'?"

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,malbuff
Date: 16 Jul 12 - 09:31 PM

Here's another one from the mystic chords of memory, in the Songs About Food Dept., to the tune of "I'm In The Mood for Love", it was called "The Health Food Anthem" or something similar...

"I'm eating food for health
'Cause it is so nutritious
Though it is not delicious
I'm eating food for health"   

My fifth grade teacher, Hank Ardanowski, was a big MAD fan. If he confiscated your copy of the magazine in class, it was only so he could read it himself. Then he'd give it back. Or sometimes he'd read it aloud to the class, instead of the lesson. We would occasionally even get to SING these songs in class as a reward, say if we'd all just passed a important exam. He once gave me extra credit for turning in a project that featured a MAD-style fold-in cover. Gosh, I haven't thought about this stuff in years!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Davjoh50
Date: 30 Jul 12 - 08:28 AM

The Ballad of William Sycamore (the Moonshine poem.

My father was a moonshine man,
a regular sort of feller,
He kept ma plastered for forty years,
with the still he ran in the cellar,

I recall the folks who sampled his stuff,
the glassy look on their faces.
One day our spaniel inhaled the fumes,
and dropped dead at twenty paces,

My father worked hard with his cooker and mash,
and there were fruits of his labors.
By selling his stuff around the town,
he killed off most of his neighbors.

Us boys, we got into the moonshine game,
and gave the business new birth,
The eldest is now at Alcatraz,
the youngest at Leavenworth.

They never caught my father, though,
they no longer raid his place.
The revenuers now buy his stuff,
for use at a missile base.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,davjoh50
Date: 30 Jul 12 - 08:35 AM

The Ballad of William Sycamore (the Moonshine poem.)

My father was a moonshine man,
a regular sort of feller,
He kept ma plastered for forty years,
with the still he ran in the cellar,

I recall the folks who sampled his stuff,
the glassy look on their faces.
One day our spaniel inhaled the fumes,
and dropped dead at twenty paces,

My father worked hard with his cooker and mash,
and there were fruits of his labors.
By selling his moonshine around the town,
he killed off most of his neighbors.

Us boys, we got into the moonshine game,
and gave the business new birth,
The eldest is now at Alcatraz,
the youngest at Leavenworth.

They never caught my father, though,
they no longer raid his place.
The revenuers now buy his stuff,
for use at a missile base.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 25 Aug 12 - 08:06 PM

I believe the correct words to the Oklahoma! parody were:

There's a bright golden cyst on his elbow,
There's a bright golden cyst on his elbow,
His pulse is as weak as a dried-up old creek
And I think that his kneecap is starting to leak

Oh! What a beautiful scalpel.
Oh! What a beautiful knife.
I've got a beautiful feeling
We can still save his poor life.

Won't you pass me the number 5 suture,
Won't you pass me the number 5 suture,
His skin's getting clammy, his face looks all white,
And somehow I think that he ain't breathing right.

Oh! What a bad operation!
Oh! How I wish it weren't true!
I did my durndest to save him,
Looks like he didn't pull through,
Looks like he didn't pull through.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 27 Aug 12 - 12:38 AM

I remember the parody as:

I'm eating food for health
because it's so nutritious
though I hate all the dishes
I'm eating food for health

Blackstrap molasses pie
spinach and yogurt dressing
though it may be depressing
I'm eating food for health

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,sunn_dog
Date: 05 Sep 12 - 12:36 AM

WAR

Ok from memory, so don't crucify me.

WAR (sung to to the tune of More)

War helps to keep the population down.
War means less people in a crowded town.
War let's us try out new artillery.
War gives our soldiers foreign trips for free.

War helps the USO.
Yes, War brings a Bob Hope show.
Yes, War gives us lots enjoyment
And it cuts down unemployment.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,icky mickey
Date: 07 Sep 12 - 03:05 PM

Ted Kennedy campaign song circa 1972

Sung to "Pop Goes The Weasel"

In '69 he led the polls
It looked like he was ready
In '69 it looked good and then
oops there goes Teddy

Each time he shows the Kennedy style
and people think he's ready
Each time it looks like he's the one
oops there goes Teddy

George Wallace, same year:

Sung to "Oh Susanna"

Well he comes from Alabama like he did in '68
And with good luck this year he might
just carry his home state

Well he travels all about the land
making his attacks
we've got a funny felling that
he won't appeal to blacks

Oh George Wallace
show us how you can fight
if you get in one things for sure
you'll keep the White House white

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,I'LL TAKE MANHATTEN
Date: 22 Sep 12 - 03:18 PM

Does anyone know the words to I'LL CONQUER RUSSIA, the Napoleon parody from Mad Magazine?

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Sep 12 - 08:09 AM

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPULICANS
Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the Reds
they are tearing up Old Glory into sixty million shreds
they are spying from our closets they are hiding neath our beds
lets fight until they're gone...
Glory Glory Hallelujah (3x)
Lets fight until they're gone

They are peeping in my windows late at night when I watch Paar
I have seen them in the glove compartment of my family car
they are hiding in the treetops, they control the D.A.R.
lets fight until they're gone...
Glory Glory Hallelujah (3x)
Lets fight until they're gone



THERES A RUMBLE DOWN NEXT STREET
Grab your new brass knuckles and bat, wear your new black leather jacket
you're in for a treat, theres a rumble down next street
can't you hear the heads go 'splat'? boy they sure do make a racket
crazy, man lets meet, at the rumble down next street
be sure you got your switch blade, and that new zip gun you made
because by the time you get there, it oughta, be slaughter
if you follow my advice you will surely end up fella
fried in that hot seat, from the rumble down next street.

(I was only 5 and illiterate when these were published, so please forgive if my memory fails. My brothers would read them and we'd sing them together. ;)

Subject: It's A Grand Old Flag
From: GUEST,Billben Der
Date: 26 Sep 12 - 11:42 AM

Here's how I remember: "It's A Grand Old Flag"

It's a grand old bag, it's a ???? plastic bag
and we find them on all of our clothes.
Oh a kid can play the live-long day
with them everywhere that he goes.
They are much more fun
than a doll or a gun,
you can wave them around like flags.
But should old acquaintance be forgot,
keep your head out of plastic bags!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Bilben Der
Date: 26 Sep 12 - 11:44 AM

ooops...forgot to replace the ??? I had used while I recollected... :)


Here's how I remember: "It's A Grand Old Flag"

It's a grand old bag, it's a nice plastic bag
and we find them on all of our clothes.
Oh a kid can play the live-long day
with them everywhere that he goes.
They are much more fun
than a doll or a gun,
you can wave them around like flags.
But should old acquaintance be forgot,
keep your head out of plastic bags!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 14 Nov 12 - 02:52 PM

Amoeba- just look at the pretty amoeba- contentedly it sits,then suddenly it splits...in two!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,LeeQ
Date: 01 Dec 12 - 04:22 PM

I remember a particular parody of Chesterfield cigarettes back in the 60's.

It featured a "bum" looking for a cigarette butt.They changed the name to Chesterfind.

Lyrics:

Hustlin' handouts, guzzlin' cheap wine
Stoppin' people, askin' for a dime
Staggering and reeling you will find a man
Who stoops to find great pleasure when and where he can
Chesterfind!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 27 Dec 12 - 09:11 PM

"Oh little town of Washington" starts,

Oh! Little town of Washington,
We hear no Agnew speech. . .

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Guest:john
Date: 28 Dec 12 - 11:40 PM

Entire "Watchdog in the Night".

Watchdog in the night, I never chained you,
Watchdog in the night, I always trained you,
To protect my house, until the night was through.

Then those burglars came, you didn't mind it,
They were after loot, you helped them find it,
Diamond rings and furs, you quickly led them to.

Watchdog in the night, a stupid beagle you were,
Watchdog in the night, and later on when I returned to my poor home,
How your jaws did foam,
You became a snapping dog, a crazy fearless yapping dog,

Whenever I'm sight, it's so upsetting,
Every time you bite, it's me you're getting,
Now you're full of fight, my watchdog in the night.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Flawn
Date: 05 Jan 13 - 11:42 PM

To the tune of "stout-hearted men":

Give me some men who are post office men
Who work hard to deliver the mail
Men who will go through the rain, through the snow
Through the sleet, through the slush through the hail!

Doorway to doorway, it's my way, it's your way
We work, never shirk, never fail
And when there's no more mailbags to keep us on the street
Then post office men can go home and soak their feet!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies: No stories like Poe
From: GUEST,Koro Neil
Date: 17 Jan 13 - 09:16 PM

Stretching my memory back over decades -

There's no stories like Poe stories, like no stories I know.
If you want a tale that is appalling,
If you want to murmur, shriek and cry,
If you want a tale with bodies falling, and spirits calling,
Then Poe's your guy.
There's no stories like Poe stories, they all fill us with woe.
If you want a tale that's filled with death galore,
With spirits tapping on your door,
And some crazy raven shouting "Never more!"
There's no stories like Poe.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,malbuff
Date: 22 Jan 13 - 04:26 PM

"I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles;
When onward on my way I trod,
I saw a host of axolotls.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
A sight to make a man's blood freeze.
Some had handles, some were plain;
They came in blue, red, pink and green.
Some were orange in the main--
The damnedest sight I've ever seen.
The females gave a spritely glance,
The male ones all wore knee-length pants."


The second, and concluding, verse ran thus:

Now oft, when on the couch I lie
The doctor asks me what I see;
They flash upon my inward eye,
And make me laugh with fiendish glee.
I find my solace then in bottles,
And I forget them axolotls.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Wash
Date: 01 Feb 13 - 10:07 AM

I could work at General Motors

or McDonalds taking orders

If I only had a brain...

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Guest, Andy
Date: 07 Apr 13 - 02:58 PM

I remember a few of these from Mad magazine.

"Downtown" with apologies to Petula Clark

When you hate meat but hate the meat that you're eating the. You've surely got "Ground round"

It's so unnerving when they're constantly serving in an eating spot, "Ground round"
It may be called a chopped steak, Salisbury or beef patty,
No matter what it is it's always overcooked and fatty.
What can you do?
Shout out to your waiter there, and loudly pound on the table, stand up on your chair and shout, " ground round!"
You're always serving me
"Ground round"
Why must it always be
"Ground round"
You're always serving me
G
"Ground round, ground round, ground round......

I'm not sure about all the lyrics, but they are close....

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: clueless don
Date: 08 Apr 13 - 08:55 AM

When you eat meat
but hate the meat that you're eating
you have surely got ...
Ground Round!

It's so unnerving
when they're constantly serving
in an eating spot ...
Ground Round!

It may be called a chopped steak
Salisbury or beef patty
No matter what it's called
it's always overcooked and fatty
What can you do?

Call out to your waiter there
beat down on your table
stand up on your chair
and say

Ground Round!
piled on my plate I see
Ground Round!
you're always conning me
Ground Round!
why does it have to be
Ground Round
Ground Round
[fade out]

Written down from memory. There may be some mistakes.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 21 Apr 13 - 05:14 PM

How I would like to have all the lyrics to "Tea for Two!" The only additional lyrics I recall are:
"Weekends we
Will go to see
What used to be
Schenectady..."

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: Fred Maslan
Date: 21 Apr 13 - 06:22 PM

That is why I started this thread, thanks for the addition.
Fred

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST
Date: 21 Apr 13 - 11:18 PM

Re Pivnick Tech

Here's the small piece I remember

What though the odds they be great or small
Old Pivnick Tech will fumble the ball
While her undergrads get sick
And transfer to USC!

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Greven
Date: 06 May 13 - 03:17 AM

I'm also one of the baby boomers who loved mad magazine.
I still remember a few fragments such as Poe's the raven
I think that I shall never hear
a raven who is more sincere
that that one knocking on my door
who's always saying never more
A raven who I must assume
will dirty up my living room.

The Christmas songs in the hospital
for the criminally insane topped by
Deck the halls with parts of molly.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Koro Neil
Date: 07 May 13 - 12:11 AM

Casting my memory back over 40 years or so, I come up with:

There's no stories like Poe stories,
Like no stories I know.
If you want a tale that is appalling,
If you want to murmur, shriek and cry,
If you want a tale with bodies falling,
And spirits calling, then Poe's your guy.
There's no stories like Poe stories,
They all fill us with woe.
If you want a tale that's filled with death galore,
With spirits tapping on your door,
And some crazy raven shouting, "Nevermore!"
There's no stories like Poe.

Probably a few errors in details, but that's it in essence.

Subject: RE: Mad Magazine parodies
From: GUEST,Koro Neil
Date: 07 May 13 - 12:13 AM

Oops. Double up. I did a search on the page before my last post, but it didn't show up my earlier post.