Subject: Lyr Add: FLEECE MOM AND DAD! From: Genie Date: 03 Dec 01 - 04:21 PM Here's one I wrote 2 years ago for our church's "Alternative Gift Market and Buy-Nothing Day" project.
FLEECE MOM AND DAD! (Can be sung to "¡Feliz Navidad!" by Jose Feliciano) Chorus We'll make the kids want a brand new Nintendo Chorus For many months how the kids have implored 'em Chorus Letters to Santa can be so heart-rending Chorus For many months how the kids have implored 'em For Beanie Babies--just watch people hoard 'em--, Video games to relieve kiddies' boredom, And the latest trading cards! Chorus And the bottom line stands hard!
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Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Genie Date: 03 Dec 01 - 04:24 PM Please excuse the SNAFU in the above post (inadvertent duplication of one verse and a tag). The post was s'posed to end after the 3rd verse and a chorus. Dunno wha hoppen. Genie |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: brid widder Date: 04 Dec 01 - 01:31 PM Good King Wenceslas looked out of the bedroom winder Silly bugger he fell out on a red-hot cinder Brightly shone his bum that night Though the frost was cruel Till the doctor came in sight Riding on a Mu-uel Can't remember not knowing that! ...or...
Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat Ah, Christmases of old! |
Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T REST, YE HARRIED SHOPPERS From: Genie Date: 25 Nov 02 - 10:25 PM Here's another one we used for the Alternative Gift Market: DON'T REST, YE HARRIED SHOPPERS Don't rest, ye harried shoppers, then, let nothing you deter. Avail yourselves of savings now, with interest deferred, To save from 10 percent and up, come in and join the herd. (Refrain) Oh, try buying your comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, try buying your comfort and joy! From Saks, Wal-Mart and Bloomingdale's the blessed ad men came And unto us, their customers, brought lures to play their game, How that if we don't spend and spend, it sure would be a shame! (Refrain) Oh, try buying your comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, try buying your comfort and joy! |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Genie Date: 18 Dec 02 - 12:39 AM Hark Some Lines That Anglers Fling |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Genie Date: 18 Dec 02 - 12:51 AM Ho Ho Ho, A Fishing We Will Go |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Genie Date: 18 Dec 02 - 12:59 AM We Wish You Would Clean Our Fish Mess |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Genie Date: 18 Dec 02 - 01:02 AM several "carols" for fishermen |
Subject: Lyr Add: GAUDY TREE From: Dead Horse Date: 18 Dec 02 - 07:17 AM GAUDY TREE (Translated from the Latin original) Chorus Gaudy tree, gaudy tree, they say it sparkles It's all baubles and tinsel, they say Gaudy tree, gaudy tree, they say it sparkles It's all baubles and tinsel, they say There's a fairy on the top, and her wand it flickers Wooden soldier down below, he's looking up her…. Cheapo flashing lights around, strung on plastic wire Made in Hong Kong I'll be bound, soon there'll be a …. Fathers doing magic tricks, just to entertain us Mother has the Paxo out, stuffing the turkeys…. Sister has her boyfriend round, his name is Charlie Tucker They're going out in his new sports car, & then he'll try to … Granddads on the booze again, Grandma begs his pardon As she slips viagra in his glass, to help him get a …. Gaudy tree, gaudy tree, they say it sparkles It's all baubles and tinsel, they say Gaudy tree, gaudy tree, they say it sparkles It's all baubles and tinsel, they say. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Rapparee Date: 18 Dec 02 - 08:25 AM Years ago, "Mad" magazine published "Carols For Other Holidays": Wreck The Walls (For Halloween) Wreck the walls and fences, golly! Falalala Lalalala Isn't Trick-or-treating jolly? Fa (etc.) Ring that doorbell, slash that tire, Fa... Trip the old man with a wire. Fa. Dressed in sheets and odd appareal, Fa... Can't tell John from Max or Carol, Fa... Which is good 'cause no one else can Fa... Just like grown-ups play Ku Klux Klan. Fa... |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Rapparee Date: 18 Dec 02 - 08:58 AM And they had one for New Years' Eve: You'd better watch out You'd better not try Travelin' about I'm tellin' you why: Sodden clods are painting the town. They're wrecking the bars They're starting street fights They're having one of their naughtiest nights: Sodden clods are painting the town. Blythe New Years' drivers pickled In alcoholic brine Will gaily bounce off walls and trees To strains of "Auld Lang Syne." So... You'd better stay home And drink your own rye You're crazy to roam It's obvious why: Sodden clods are painting the town |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: JennieG Date: 18 Dec 02 - 08:52 PM G'day all, Here's this year's favourite, with thanks to Bob Bolton: Tune: Lilli Marlene Christmas has been cancelled, Santa Claus is dead, They found himn in a toyshop with a bullet to his head And on his chest was pinned a note And this is what the papers wrote That he was on the payroll of Toltoys and Mattel.... Cheers JennieG |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Malachy Date: 19 Dec 02 - 09:46 PM Hey Dead Horse..'Gaudy Tree' was the best!! |
Subject: Lyr Add: CHRISTMAS HAS BEEN CANCELLED (P Mortimer) From: JennyO Date: 19 Dec 02 - 11:40 PM Here's the whole of "CHRISTMAS HAS BEEN CANCELLED" Tune: Lili Marlene These words: Paul Mortimer Christmas has been cancelled, Santa Claus is dead. When the scandal broke He put a bullet through his head. Pinned to his chest they found a note Admitting what - the papers wrote: That he was on the payroll Of Toltoys and K-tel. It was bigger still than Lockheed Worse than Watergate. Kids throughout the world Called for his head upon a plate The myth was destroyed and in its wake, Old Santy stood there a callous fake. And evidence is mounting That he was C.I.A. The Church it tried to brand him A charlatan and worse. The Pope said 'Keep off Christmas, mate, We used that number first, As a time when all good Christians sing Of Jesus Christ and cribs and things. Of course it's only bulldust To get the faithful in.' Further allegations Have made the papers wail, That Santa's love for children Was way beyond the pale, He always liked to give out toys To little girls and little boys. It seems that he was harmless But some don't understand. Well we can still be jolly And celebrate New Year, And we'll be nice to other folks More than once a year. With no tinsel trees or plastic snow Or jingle bells or yo ho ho's. And no more f***ing reindeer Or little drummer boys. Repeat first verse This little gem usually rears its ugly head in the Sydney folk scene around this time of year. First heard Carol Fyfe singing it. Jenny |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Genie Date: 20 Dec 02 - 08:55 PM Doggie Wonderland |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: JennieG Date: 20 Dec 02 - 11:18 PM Thanks JennyO - see you at Gulgong? Cheers JennieG |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Cluin Date: 20 Dec 02 - 11:59 PM Part of one we used to sing in school: We three fools from Sudbury are Drinking beers and driving our car Whistling, mooning, yelling, drooling... Taking things way too far. Especially when the Hounds were playing the Wolves. Northern Ontario rivalries, y'know... By the way, I had a slightly different version of "The Ring Dang Doo" posted above. Ended with the verse: And now she lays beneath the sod Her soul, they say, is gone to God But below, in Hell, when the Devil's blue He takes a whirl on her Ring Dang Doo. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: JennyO Date: 21 Dec 02 - 02:16 AM Yes, Jennie G, we'll be at Gulgong, tarting around as usual, and in Dale Dengate's workshop too . See ya there. Jenny |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Bob Bolton Date: 21 Dec 02 - 09:33 AM G'day JennyO, Thanks for the full text of Christmas Has Been Cancelled (requested in another thread)... I suspected that it was one of Paul Mortimer's little parodies - but I don't have his book! Regards, Bob Bolton |
Subject: Lyr Add: FROSTY THE DEFROSTED SNOWMAN From: Jim Dixon Date: 17 Nov 03 - 11:20 PM Transcribed from the sound file at http://www.megspace.com/entertainment/judya/xmas.html FROSTY THE DEFROSTED SNOWMAN (As sung by Homer & Jethro) Frosty the Snowman got a job out on the farm, And the farmer knew he'd never do the animals any harm. Frosty had a little lamb and he put it on the shelf, And ev'ry time it wagged its tail, it spanked its little self. They sent him out to shovel snow and Frosty looked so grim, For ever' time he stopped to rest, his work piled up on him. Frosty the Snowman liked to herd the sheep, it's true. Ev'ry day he could hear the rams a-singin', "Ewe, Ewe, Ewe." Frosty tried to milk the cows but he was such a grouch (?) The cows would never holler "Moo." They'd only holler "Ouch!" He fed the cows some sugar and they drank from a frozen stream. Now when old Frosty milks the cows, they only give ice cream. He cross-bred beets and taters, and imagine his surprise: When the taters started to grow, they all had bloodshot eyes. Frosty the Snowman backed into the stove one day. Though it felt so warm, it ruined his form. He melted plumb away. |
Subject: Lyr Add: FATTY CLAUS (Johnny MacRae) From: danceswithcats Date: 18 Nov 03 - 12:49 AM The one posted above from a year or so ago was done by John Valby, AKA Dr. Dirty. He's done many other bawdy tunes-think of him as an X-rated Weird Al. One I heard on a jukebox some years ago: FATTY CLAUS by Johnny MacRae Here comes Fatty with his sack of shit Here comes Fatty with his sack of shit Here comes Fatty with his sack of shit and all them stinkin' reindeer I believe in Santa Claus yeah, I believe that he's a prick 'cuz though he comes but once a year it's enough to make me sick him and his Christmas spirit are really a lot of bunk I'll have to bust my ass for another year just to pay for all this junk CHORUS Well, I believe in Santa though he's got me in a mess 'cuz I'm over the limit on my MasterCard and my Visa and American Express While I'm sweatin' and grievin' 'bout this money mess I'm in he'll be up there sittin' ON HIS BIG FAT ASS until Christmas comes again CHORUS Here comes Fatty with his Ho, Ho, Ho's and there my money all go, go, goes I'd like to punch him in his big red nose make him wish he'd never came here |
Subject: Lyr Add: 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (TECHNOLOGY VERSION) From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 18 Nov 03 - 07:53 AM Not a song - but I love it. 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (TECHNOLOGY VERSION) On the first day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. A database with a broken b-tree (what the hell is a b-tree anyway?) On the second day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Two transceiver failures (CRC errors? Collisions? What is going on?) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (Rebuild WHAT? It's a 10GB database!) On the third day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Three French users (who, of course, think they know everything) .. Two transceiver failures (which are now spewing packets all over the net) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (Backup? What backup?) On the fourth day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Four calls for support (playing the same Christmas song over and over) .. Three French users (Why do they like to argue so much over trivial things?) .. Two transceiver failures (How the hell do I know which ones they are?) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (Pointer error? What's a pointer error?) On the fifth day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Five golden SCSI contacts (Of course they're better than silver!) .. Four support calls (Ever notice how time stands still when on hold? .. Three French users (No, we don't have foot pedals on PC's. Why do you ask?) .. Two transceiver failures (If I knew which ones were bad, I would know which ones to fix!) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (Not till next week? Are you nuts?!?!) On the sixth day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Six games a-playing (On the production network, of course!) .. Five golden SCSI contacts (What do you mean "not terminated!") .. Four support calls (No, don't transfer me again - do you HEAR? Damn!) .. Three French users (No, you cannot scan in by putting the page to the screen...) .. Two transceiver failures (I can't look at the LEDs - they're in the ceiling!) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (Norway? That's where this was written?) On the seventh day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Seven license failures (Expired? When?) .. Six games a-playing (Please stop tying up the PBX to talk to each other!) .. Five golden SCSI contacts (What do you mean I need "wide" SCSI?) .. Four support calls (At least the Muzak is different this time...) .. Three French Users (Well, monsieur, there really isn't an "any" key, but...) .. Two transceiver failures (SQE? What is that? If I knew I would set it myself!) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (No, I really need to talk to Lars - NOW!) On the eighth day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Eight MODEMs dialing (Who bought these? They're a security violation!) .. Seven license failures (How many WEEKS to get a license?) .. Six games a-playing (What do you mean one pixel per packet on updates?!?) .. Five golden SCSI contacts (Fast SCSI? It's supposed to be fast, isn't it?) .. Four support calls (I already told them that! Don't transfer me back - DAMN!) .. Three French users (No, CTL-ALT-DEL is not the proper way to end a program) .. Two transceiver failures (What do you mean "babbling transceiver"?) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (Does anyone speak English in Oslo?) On the ninth day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Nine lady executives with attitude (She said do WHAT with the servers?) .. Eight MODEMs dialing (You've been downloading WHAT?) .. Seven license failures (We sent the P.O. two months ago!) .. Six games a-playing (HOW many people are doing this to the network?) .. Five golden SCSI contacts (What do you mean two have the same ID?) .. Four support calls (No, I am not at the console - I tried that already.) .. Three French users (No, only one floppy fits at a time? Why do you ask?) .. Two transceiver failures (Spare? What spare?) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (No, I am trying to find Lars! L-A-R-S!) On the tenth day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Ten SNMP alerts flashing (What is that God-awful beeping?) .. Nine lady executives with attitude (No, it used to be a men’s room? Why?) .. Eight MODEMs dialing (What Internet provider? We don't allow Internet here!) .. Seven license failures (SPA? Why are they calling us?) .. Six games a-playing (No, you don't need a graphics accelerator for Lotus!) .. Five golden SCSI contacts (You mean I need ANOTHER cable?) .. Four support calls (No, I never needed an account number before...) .. Three French users (When the PC sounds like a cat, it's a head crash!) .. Two transceiver failures (Power connection? What power connection?) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (Restore what index pointers?) On the eleventh day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Eleven boards a-frying (What is that terrible smell?) .. Ten SNMP alerts flashing (What's a MIB, anyway? What's an extension?) .. Nine lady executives with attitude (Mauve? Our computer room tiles in mauve?) .. Eight MODEMs dialing (What do you mean you let your roommate dial-in?) .. Seven license failures (How many other illegal copies do we have?!?!) .. Six games a-playing (I told you - AFTER HOURS!) .. Five golden SCSI contacts (If I knew what was wrong, I wouldn't be calling!) .. Four support calls (Put me on hold again and I will slash your credit rating!) .. Three French users (Don't hang your floppies with a magnet again!) .. Two transceiver failures (How should I know if the connector is bad?) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (I already did all of that!) On the twelfth day of Christmas, technology gave to me: .. Twelve virtual pipe connections (There's only supposed to be two!) .. Eleven boards a-frying (What a surge suppressor supposed to do, anyway?) .. Ten SNMP alerts flashing (From a distance, it does kinda look like Xmas lights.) .. Nine lady executives with attitude (What do you mean aerobics before backups?) .. Eight MODEMs dialing (No, we never use them to connect during business hours.) .. Seven license failures (We're all going to jail, I just know it.) .. Six games a-playing (No, no - my turn, my turn!) .. Five golden SCSI contacts (Great, just great! Now it won't even boot!) .. Four support calls (I don't have that package! How did I end up with you?) .. Three French users (I don't care if it is sexy, no more nude screen backgrounds!) .. Two transceiver failures (Maybe we should switch to token ring...) .. And a database with a broken b-tree (No, operator - Oslo, Norway. We were just talking and were cut off...) http://www.chucklesofchoice.com/r-jokes/holidays/christmas/12chris009 |
Subject: Lyr Add: WE WISH YOU WEREN'T LIVING WITH US From: LilyFestre Date: 18 Nov 03 - 02:08 PM A favorite parody from my youth.........sung to the tune of We Wish You A Merry Christmas, taken from Twisted Christmas, Bob Rivers. WE WISH YOU WEREN'T LIVING WITH US We wish you weren't living with us, We wish you weren't living with us, We wish you weren't living with us, We're not happy you're here! You drive everybody crazy, You're hopelessly fat and lazy, You're constantly in the way here So pack up your gear! You're feeding your face You're taking up space, We wish you weren't living with us We' re not happy you're here. Excuse me if I'm mistaken, But those are long distance calls you're makin' How long do you plan on takin' Advantage of us? We wish you weren't living with us, We wish you weren't living with us, We wish you weren't living with us, Get out of town, now! Michelle |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Joe_F Date: 18 Nov 03 - 07:37 PM The "Beecham's Pills" parody of "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" comes with a story. It seems that the local laxative manufacturer offered to provide free hymnbooks to the church, if it would be allowed in insert one advertisement. That seemed fair, and indeed, it appeared that the company had left out the advertisement. But next Christmas, the parishioners found themselves singing.... The version I heard (St Andrews University, 1958) ended How can man to art aspire If is soul is not on fire? How can man crawl into bed With his belly full of lead? The version of the Twelve Days of Christmas current at the same time & place had 12 twisted twats 11 lecherous lesbians 10 torn-off testes 9 gnawed-off nipples 8 aching arseholes 7 sex-starved spinsters 6 convicted vicars 5 choir boys 4 Boy Scouts 3 dirty whores 2 shithouse doors and my Lord Montague of Beaulieu -- the last having been had up for sodomy in a then fairly recent scandal. The following, IIRC, is by E. Gorey: Hark, the herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn Thing, Who, because of radiation, Will be cared for by the nation. Also in a somewhat filkish mood, I believe I saw the following in a fanzine some years ago: It came upon a midnight clear And ate up everything in sight. Finally, from Caltech ca. 1962 I recall O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Oh, piss on thee, O Christmas tree! |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Joe_F Date: 19 Nov 03 - 07:43 PM Oh, and how could I have forgotten -- Papa's nerves get frazzled, & wearing thin Mama in her wisdom gets drunk on gin The kids go build a roadblock, for Santa's sleigh Gonna have a big dead bird for dinner, on Christmas Day -- "Big Dead Bird", by Lou & Peter Berryman |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Joybell Date: 19 Nov 03 - 07:53 PM Already on the Secret Santa thread from The oldpooparoo. Worth repeating. You better watch out, whatever you say, There's a big van parked over the way. Santa Claus is listening to you. He's watchin your house all the day long, Makin a list of what you do wrong. Santa Claus is checking on you. He knows if youve been washing your naughty bits and all; He's put a 2-way mirror right in your bathroom wall. He's under your bed, tappin your phone. Better give up, youre never alone. Santa Claus is spying on you. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Cluin Date: 20 Nov 03 - 12:17 AM I stil like this one. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: LadyJean Date: 20 Nov 03 - 12:32 AM There used to be a Children's TV show called Ricki and Copper, Ricki was the host, with Copper, her Irish setter. Some completely warped child sang the following on that show, one Christmas. Rudolf the red nose cowboy had a very shiney gun And if you ever saw it, You would turn around and run. All of the other cowboys, used to laugh and call him names. They never let poor Rudolph join in any poker games. Then one foggy Christmas eve, the sheriff came to say, "Rudolph with your gun so bright, would you kill my wife tonight." Then all the cowboys loved him, and they shouted out with glee, "Rudolph the red nosed cowboy, you'll be hanging from a tree." Jingle bellski jingle bellski jingle all the wayski! What are you doing? I'm Russian the season. Three kings of Orient are one of them lighted a big black cigar It was loaded it exploded Two kings of orient are. You work your way down to one king of orient are. He lights the exploding cigar, then you sing, "Silent Night". I have an eidetic memory. Aren't you sorry. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: GUEST,rob Date: 20 Nov 03 - 06:55 AM my favorite female duo Taggart and Wright do a very good version of galde tae or however it is spelled. they are on at the Middlewich Winter Warmer festival this Saturday. I suppose it will be on their set list. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: GUEST,ClaireBear Date: 20 Nov 03 - 11:58 AM For all you nautical characters . . . this is awfully silly, but it's been a real hit with the kiddies at Chanteyranger's park's "Christmas at Sea" event: What do you do with a red-nosed reindeer? What do you do with a red-nosed reindeer? What do you do with a red-nosed reindeer ear-lie Christmas morning? Way-hey, up he rises Way-hey, up he rises Way-hey, up he rises ear-lie Christmas morning (verses ad lib; our faves include the following:) Fill him up with figgy pudding Throw him in the eggnog, make him drink it Don't let him play any reindeer games Put him in charge of an elf self help group Give him a sack of magic feed corn Hitch him up to Santa's sleigh Send him on a fast flight 'round the planet That's what we do with a red-nosed reindeer . . . |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE RESTROOM DOOR SAID GENTLEMEN (Rivers) From: Alaska Mike Date: 20 Nov 03 - 12:17 PM THE RESTROOM DOOR SAID GENTLEMEN by Bob Rivers Sung to the Tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" The restroom door said gentlemen So I just walked inside I took two steps and realized I'd been taken for a ride I heard high voices And I saw the place was occupied By two nuns, three old ladies and a nurse What could be worse Than two nuns, three old ladies and a nurse The restroom door said gentlemen It must have been a gag As soon as I walked in there I ran into some old hag She sprayed me with a can of mace and hit me with her bag I could tell this just wouldn't be my day, What can I say It just wasn't turning out to be my day The restroom door said gentlemen And I would like to find The crummy little creep who had the nerve to switch the sign Cause I've got two black eyes and one high heel up my behind Now I can't sit with comfort and joy Boy oh boy No I'll never sit with comfort and joy |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 22 Nov 03 - 09:51 PM Lady Jean that 3 Kings joke is similar to what the Goon Show written by Spike Milligan did... :-) except there was a sound of a gunshot ... Robin |
Subject: Christmas parodies From: GUEST,Jane H Date: 23 Nov 03 - 02:16 AM I didn't see this Beechams version of Hark the Herald Angels Sing (my dad's favourite): Hark! The Herald Angels Sing Beechams Pills are just the thing! One at night and two in the morning They will work without any warning! If you want to go to heaven then you take a dose of seven, If you want to go to Hell Take the bloody box as well! Merry Christmas and thanx to all, particularly JennyO for Christmas Has Been Cancelled!! |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Rapparee Date: 23 Nov 03 - 12:01 PM Oh little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and lifeless sleep The mushroom clouds roll by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth That mushrooms glaring light The hopes and fears of all the years Were blown to hell, tonight. Yes, we sang it in high school. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 30 Nov 03 - 10:28 PM A Charisma Scare Roll Go dressed team marriage end dull meant Lit north ink cutest May Forge eases cry star say fiord West boor non crisp mistake, Two safe assault form say tons spar Win whee wore gonifs tray; Owe, tide ink's off come fort enjoy, come fort enjoy, Owe tye eye dink's off come fort enjoy. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 30 Nov 03 - 10:30 PM An Udder Charisma Scare Roll Oak gum ball if facefull, choy fall ant dry infant; Gum ball ease it is sins off heavy nabob. Gum band a door imp, barn off kinky faint shells. Oak omelet acid Durham, oak omelet acid Durham, Oak gum lettuce at Durhammm, cry, I still hoard. And a harp pine weir two ewe. Robin |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: nutty Date: 15 Dec 03 - 12:08 PM refresh |
Subject: Lyr Add: POLITICALLY CORRECT NIGHT BEFORE XMAS From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 17 Dec 03 - 08:31 AM dunno where this came from - it was sent to me today by a friend. ............................... "T'was the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck... How to live in a world that's politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to "Elves," "Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. And labour conditions at the north pole Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. And equal employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer. So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked bloody stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops. Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. His fur-trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose And had gone on Oprah, in front of the nation, Demanding millions in over-due compensation. So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, Demanding from now on her title was Mz . And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion That making a choice could cause so much commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's war-like or non-pacific. No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raised the hackles of those psychological Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. No soccer , no footy ...someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next. He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, But you've got to be careful with that word today. His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, Each group of people, every religion; Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone, everywhere...even you. So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth." |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE SNOWMAN'S SONG From: GUEST,Jacqued Date: 17 Dec 03 - 02:53 PM Try this, Guest A1 THE SNOWMAN'S SONG Paper Angels - Artisan CD James and Mayor In the middle of the winter the snowman got quire bored, So he thought he'd take a holiday to a sunny land abroad. He wasn't frightened of the sun, he thought he'd be okay, But he went for a swim in the deep blue sea, And he melted clean away! It's c-c-c-c-cold being a snowman, it's fr-fr-fr-frosty stood out here, Me teeth they chatter like a chimpanzee, Oh what I'd give for a nice cup of tea, I'm a ch-ch-ch-chilly, chilly, c-c-c-cold, fr-fr-fr-frosty snowman! There once was a handsome snowman called Michael John O'Grady, Who fell in love on a winter's morn with another rather nice snow lady. She gave him a kiss on his frosty lips and then they had a cuddle, But then they got a bit too hot and turned into a puddle! Chorus There once was a snowman climber who climbed up a snowy peak, But he didn't feel like climbing down 'cos his legs had gone all weak! But snowmen they are clever and in the mountains you can spot 'em, They turn into an avalanche and slide down on their bottom! Chorus Oh pity the poor snowman out in a winter's storm, An old top hat and a football scarf are all that keep him warm. He'd sooner sit inside the house by the fireside nice and snug, But if he did he'd turn into a wet patch on the rug! Chorus There once was a showman snowman who played the ukulele, And though his fingers froze tot he bone he gave his concerts daily. He thought it was a small guitar 'cos once he had been told, That things got bigger when they warm up and shrink when they get cold! It's c-c-c-c-cold being a snowman, it's fr-fr-fr-frosty stood out here, Me teeth they chatter like a chimpanzee, Oh what I'd give for a nice cup of tea, I'm a ch-ch-ch-chilly-chilly, c-c-c-cold, fr-fr-fr-frosty snowman! Last line of chorus x 2 08/12/03 |
Subject: Lyr Add: ARREST THESE MERRY GENTLEMEN (Sid Kipper) From: GUEST,Jacqued Date: 17 Dec 03 - 03:12 PM Ana, try these: ARREST THESE MERRY GENTLEMEN Sid Kipper Arrest these merry gentlemen and make them go away, Arrest these merry gentlemen it may be Christmas Day. But they're singing and they're shouting and they're causing an affray, So take tidings to Constable Joy, Constable Joy, So take tidings to Constable Joy. Arrest these merry gentlemen a'begging in the street, They're dirty and they're ragged, they've no boots upon their feet. They're not the type of person who we really wish to meet, So take tidings to Constable Joy, Constable Joy, So take tidings to Constable Joy. Arrest these merry gentlemen they're rough unruly louts, Now they've started arguing and loudly they do shout. And soon I think we'll see some Christmas boxing breaking out, So take tidings to Constable Joy, Constable Joy, So take tidings to Constable Joy. Arrest these merry gentlemen who in their gutters crawl, The good, the bad, the ugly, the long, the short, the tall. We'd like to wish a miserable Christmas to them all, So take tidings to Constable Joy, Constable Joy, So take tidings to Constable Joy 30/11/99. |
Subject: Lyr Add: 'TWAS THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS From: JennyO Date: 18 Dec 03 - 08:35 AM You need to read this BEFORE Christmas. 'TWAS THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS ============================ Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house, Every creature was hurtin' even the mouse. The toys were all broken, their batteries dead; Santa passed out, with some ice on his head. Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, While upstairs the family continued to snore. And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans, I went into the kitchen and started to clean. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror. The driver was smiling, so lively and grand; The patch on his jacket said "U.S. POSTMAN." With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox. Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox. Bill after bill, after bill, they still came. Whistling and shouting he called them by name: "Now Dillard's, now Broadway's, now Penny's and Sears Here's Robinson's, Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's. To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall, Now chargeaway-chargeaway-chargeaway all!" He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work. He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk. He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road, Driving much faster with just half a load. Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer, "ENJOY WHAT YOU BOUGHT....... YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!" Anon |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Stephen L. Rich Date: 18 Dec 03 - 09:58 AM Good King What'shisface stood out on his feet uneven Tired from a drinking bout of the preceding evening His face was red he looked half dead His serving man said, "Well, sir It looks like time to go and get the Royal Alkaseltzer." Stephen Lee |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Splott Man Date: 19 Dec 03 - 07:58 AM Haven't seen this one yet (from my youth) We three Beatles of Liverpool are John in a taxi, Paul in a car George on a scooter, honking his hooter Following Ringo Starr I believe it's an updated variant on a previous version And here's a Christmas dedication to Mair Daisby Marianne Bright Anne Mayall Yer Chris Mrs B White Happy Christmas |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Snuffy Date: 19 Dec 03 - 09:03 AM Pretty close to my list, Ned. Mayor Dazeby Marion Bright Anne-May Allyer Chris Mrs B White Nadolig llawen |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: GUEST Date: 19 Dec 03 - 09:22 PM Heard one on the radio this morning to the tune of "The Lady is a Tramp". Anyone have the lyrics? |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: GUEST,barry Date: 20 Dec 03 - 12:16 PM "I don't Care Who You are, Fatty, Get Those Reindeer off my Roof" I don't know if this is just a made-up song title I read somewhere or an actual song. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Desert Dancer Date: 16 Dec 06 - 01:07 PM Refreshing! |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Bernard Date: 16 Dec 06 - 01:43 PM John Kirkpatrick's parody of 'Gaudete', which is part of 'Carolling and Crumpets'... on the new album of the same name. Cows eat hay But today it's juiced tomatoes Eggs for tea the turkey lay Yesterday. |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: Scrump Date: 17 Dec 06 - 07:18 AM JK's CD is highly recommended! :-) His Gaudete parody reminds me of the old Norfolk (and good) song: Awayday, awayday, loco in transit Omnibus, St Pancreas, awayday (etc.) |
Subject: RE: Christmas Parodies From: voyager Date: 18 Dec 06 - 06:04 PM I don't think of Channukah as a 'parody' of the Xmas Season but.... the MUSE delivered a tune this year in the spirit of 'O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum'...... Here it is O Channukah, O Channukah Enjoy the holiday season! voyager |
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