Parodies-Non-Intellectual

Subject: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: gargoyle
Date: 06 Oct 98 - 10:36 PM

Do you have a parody? Have you "ripped-off" a another's tune? Do you "not-give-damn" if someone else uses it?

Then THIS is the thread for you!!!

If you do not desire "residuals" but have created, or have "borrowed" another's creation. Please post it.

The following is graciously contributed by: John (William) (Bill) (Doc) Watson, (of Southern California) who was bored to tears while substituting in a high school language arts class, and decided to try the student's assignment.

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: "Bill" Watson
Date: 06 Oct 98 - 10:47 PM

Puppy Love

Tune of Brady Bunch

There was a puppy
His name was Bingo
And one day he had very lucky hunch
He played his numbers
On the lotto
And he won a bunch

He took his winnings
All in dog bones
Chew stick and other fancy treats
He was proud, rich and hansome
As he walked down the streets

He met a poodle
Her name was Fi-fi
She was everything a puppy could desire
He was so taken with her beauty
His heart was on fire.

Seh took his dog bones
And his chew sticks - and to the curb
She gave him a great shove
He walked home poor but wiser
Having learned - all about - young puppy love

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: The Shambles
Date: 07 Oct 98 - 02:27 AM

Don't know if this is the right place for this but I was reading a thead in the N/Gs about joke song titles and it started me off thinking of some. Then The 'old brain' clicked in and what started as a joke song title finished off being a new song. I thought it might work for someone else so I have started a new one for you to finish, add a verse, or whatever.

Two polar bears thought one day

That they would go on a safari

They couldn't decide

What car to ride

But settled on a Ferrari

Subject: Lyr Add: LIFETIME OF BOREDOM (?)
From: Jack (Who is called Jack)
Date: 07 Oct 98 - 02:21 PM

Here's a parody of a Merle Travis tune, Dark as a Dungeon. Modified for secretaries instead of coal miners.

Come all you young women so fair and so fine
And seek not your fortune in the clerical line.
It will darken your soul
It will soften your mind
It's a lifetime of boredom in the clerical line.

Where the pressure is double, the raises are few.
And whenever there's trouble, the blame falls and you
. Where the flourescents hum and the laserjets whine.
It's a life time of boredom in the clerical line.

There is many a woman I've known in my day
Who lives just to file her whole life away.
In a mindnumbing hell full of sorrow and strife.
Where the fumes from the white-out can blind you for life.

Where the pressure is double, the raises are few.
And whenever there's trouble, the blame falls and you.
Where the flourescents hum and the laserjets whine.
Its a life time of boredom in the clerical line.

You will stand all the stress just as long as you're able
But eventually you will become unstable.
And get asked to get coffee one too many times
And you'll strangle you boss with the packaging twine.

Where the pressure is double, the raises are few.
And whenever there's trouble, the blame falls and you.
Where the flourescents hum and the laserjets whine.
It's a life time of boredom in the clerical line.

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: Bert
Date: 07 Oct 98 - 03:20 PM

Here's one we used to sing while working for Aramco in Saudi Arabia.

Tune: Dirty old town

I found a job in the tower block
shuffling papers 'till I die
The bullshit level's six feet deep
Sandy Dahran, Dusty old town

Security prowling down the street
Dust is blowing in your eyes
You're crunching sand every time you eat
Sandy Dahran, Dusty old town

I'm gonna make me a tub of mash
shining still boiling on the fire
I'll get blind legless every night
Sandy Dahran, Dusty old town

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: KickyC
Date: 07 Oct 98 - 09:57 PM

I work at a high school and we have a group who writes parodies and enterains at special events. We did this one a couple of years ago for the entire district at our beginning of the year inservice.

Stayin' Alive

Well, you can tell by the way that I use my chalk
I can still teach a class while my students talk.
The media's loud and my head throbs.
They're always saying we aren't doing our job.

Now it's all right, it's OK,
But we can't look the other way.
We must try to understand
Society's effects on our children.

At the elementary, or the middle or the high school
You're stayin' alive, keep stayin' alive.
Feel the mandates comin'
The Congress is a hummin'
Stayin' alive, keep stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha
Stayin' alive, keep stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive. *

Well, now the pay is low and the stress is high,
But we all know that we'll get by.
We've wings of knowledge on our shoes,
We'll meet the challenge and we won't lose.

You know it's all right, it's OK,
We'll live to see another day,
While we all try to implement
The state's wishes for improvement.

At the elementary, or the middle or the high school
You're stayin' alive, keep stayin' alive.
Feel the vouchers comin'
Business is a hummin'
Stayin' alive, keep stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha...(Repeat from beginning to *)

From out of nowhere
Somebody help us!

Ah, ha, ha, ha stayin' alive, keep stayin' alive. (Fade)

KickyC

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: Graeme
Date: 08 Oct 98 - 06:45 AM

Here's one we used to sing when I was training to be a surveyor in the the UK Ordnance Survey........

(To the tune of "Nowhere Man"......)

He's an Ordnance Survey Man In his Ordnance Survey van Making Ordnance Survey plans For nobody

Chorus OS man, don't worry OS man, dun't hurry OS man - the world is yours to put on your plan

A Civil Servant through and through Hasn't got a point of view Dont you think he's a bit like you And me

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: Jack (who is called jack)
Date: 08 Oct 98 - 04:07 PM

I'd like to correct an error in my above parody.

the chorus should go

....and whenever there's trouble the blame falls ON you.

Sorry.

Jack

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: Jack (who is called jack)
Date: 08 Oct 98 - 04:09 PM

I'd like to correct an error in my above parody.

the chorus should go

....and whenever there's trouble the blame falls ON you.

Sorry.

Jack

Subject: Lyr Add: PADDY LAY BACK (parody - Bob Clayton)
From: GUEST,Songbob
Date: 14 Dec 09 - 03:12 PM

Are you looking for things like this?

Paddy Lay Back    (Today's Version)

[Tune: "Paddy Lay Back"]

It was on a dreary morning in December
That first I saw your ugly kisser here.
Why you were ever hired I don't remember,
You're nothing but a bloody pain in the rear!

Chorus:

Paddy, lay back, cut me some slack;
Take a turn away from sorrow, grief and woe.
About this place make yourself handy,
Or we're bound to have a reprisal in the morn.


You nearly drive me crazy with your questions,
Asking all the day, who, what and which?
Just get to your work is my suggestion;
I'm tired of doing it all, you son-of-a-bitch!

Chorus


Every morning you come in a little later,
And every night you leave a little soon.
You'll soon be such a great procrastinator
That you'll meet yourself in the door at half-past noon.

Chorus


Why they keep you on to me's a mystery;
Why don't you just get fired and told to go?
Is it something in your personal history,
Or is the boss your dad and I don't know?

Chorus



Copyright © 1991, Bob Clayton, Silver Spring, MD

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: Bill D
Date: 14 Dec 09 - 03:17 PM

Very nice reply to an 11 year old thread, Bob... *grin*

Subject: Lyr Add: A SONG FOR FOLK LEGACY (Bob Clayton)
From: GUEST,Songbob
Date: 14 Dec 09 - 03:19 PM

Well, the thread is old, but I'm still young. Or at least the songs were written when I was young.

Like this one:

        A SONG FOR FOLK LEGACY
(The Record Edged in Black)

I was standing by my window one fine morning,
Without a thought of worry or of care,
When I saw the postman coming up the pathway
With such a jolly face and jaunty air.
He rang the bell and whistled while he waited,
And then he said, "Good morning to you, Jack!"
But he little knew the happiness he brought me
When he handed me that record edged in black.

With anxious hands I took the record from him;
I opened it and put it on to play.
When I heard that old time singer with his banjo,
It changed my very life right from that day.
I didn't know a thing about the singer.
As I read the liner notes from front to back,
And the only song I recognized, "Tom Dooley,"
On that wonderful first record edged in black.

Now, since that time, I've heard a lot of music,
And I learned to sing and play a bit, myself,
From those wonderful singers and musicians
In that stack of black bound records on the shelf.

But harder times have hit the record business;
It's tough to make a go, I've heard it said.
And folky little companies like this one
Do most of their accounts in ink of red.
You've got to get the customer's attention
As he browses through the old folk-record rack.
So it's been a donkey's years, or even longer,
Since I've seen a brand new record edged in black.

I know you can't return to days back yonder.
The world turns toward the morning, so they say.
But I, for one, would not be too unhappy
If some things never changed from day to day.
I'd like to see the postman one fine morning,
Coming up the pathway with his pack,
He'd never know the happiness he'd bring me
If he handed me a record edged in black.

© 1986 Bob Clayton

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: SINSULL
Date: 14 Dec 09 - 03:36 PM

I have that CD. Although I have to admit I recognized quite a few of those songs besides Tom Dooley/Doola - a misspent youth.

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: agingcynic
Date: 14 Dec 09 - 03:47 PM

i have a remake of the old jewel 'shortnin' bread'

sort of a tarantino version

lyrics:

frankie and johnnie went out shootin'
frankie shot johnnie right through the head
sent for the doctor, the doctor said
plug that hole with shornin' bread

chorus:
cause momma's little babies love shortnin' shortnin'
momma's little babies love shortnin' bread

big old sallie went out swimmin'
great big shark bit off her leg
sent for the doctor, the doctor said
stanch that stump in shortnin' bread

chorus

billie the sawyer worked down at the sawmill
one day that saw sawed off his head
sent for the doctor, the doctor said
well, you can't eat bread without no head

chourus

i just posted this at this site:


http://www.myspace.com/dshiflett0

Subject: RE: Parodies-Non-Intellectual
From: agingcynic
Date: 14 Dec 09 - 04:39 PM

Sorry!

the site i posted shornin' at, listed above, had a problem

so, put it here:

http://www.myspace.com/karmafarmers