The Parody Thread - In your own words page

[Knifegill]

Everybody knows of Weird Al and similar artists. And you probably make up your own parodies throughout the day, while cooking, eating, pooping, driving - even if they aren't quite as funny. Here's a place to jot them down!

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(she's a lady)

She's got style, she's got grace
She's got pizza on her face
from her dinner
When she looks you in the eye
You know all she wants is pie
right this minute

Big fat lady, woah-ooh-woah, big fat lady
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(let it ride)

Would you die
if I
poked you in the eye?
Cry, cry, cry - Imma letcha cry.

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[Tribal Rob]

Can't think of many right now, but most of mine are very childish and toilet humor based

Though sometimes they are highly inappropraiate reworkings of songs that appear on programms the kids are watching, like for example and S&M version of miss polly's other dolly from the baby's sing and sign DVD

Mrs Polly's other dolly Loves Pain Pain Pain
It makes her come again gain gain

It's a work in progress, that I should probably stop

I think I have one about threesome sung to Dogtainon and the 3 muskerhound, but they usally only come to me when listing to the actuall song.

[Paleobird]

Does it have to be a song? What about a Primal Prayer?

Ave Bacon

Hail Bacon, full of grease
The Lard is with thee
Blessed art thou among meats
and blessed
is the fruit of thy sizzle, Drippings
Holy Bacon, partner of Eggs
Pray for us Groks
Now and at the hour of our dinner

Amen

[Tribal Rob]

Is it Ok to pray to something you are then going to consume?

[KotikBegemotik]

In such difficult religious questions, it is best to turn to the Great Religious Leader Terry Pratchett. For this particular question, I will cite from Going Postal

The young priest of Offler the Crocodile God was somewhat off-balance at 4 a.m., but the man in the winged hat and golden suit seemed to know what should be happening and so the priest went along with it. He was not hugely bright, which was why he was on this shift.
‘You want to deliver this letter to Offler?’ he said, yawning. An envelope had been placed in his hand.
‘It’s addressed to him,’ said Moist. ‘And correctly stamped. A smartly written letter always gets attention. I’ve also brought a pound of sausages, which I believe is customary. Crocodiles love sausages.’
‘Strictly speaking, you see, it’s prayers that go up to the gods,’ said the priest doubtfully. The nave of the temple was deserted, except for a little old man in a grubby robe, dreamily sweeping the floor.
‘As I understand it,’ said Moist, ‘the gift of sausages reaches Offler by being fried, yes? And the spirit of the sausages ascends unto Offler by means of the smell? And then you eat the sausages?’
‘Ah, no. Not exactly. Not at all,’ said the young priest, who knew this one. ‘It might look like that to the uninitiated, but, as you say, the true sausagidity goes straight to Offler. He, of course, eats the spirit of the sausages. We eat the mere earthly shell, which believe me turns to dust and ashes in our mouths.’
‘That would explain why the smell of sausages is always better than the actual sausage, then?’ said Moist. ‘I’ve often noticed that.’
The priest was impressed. ‘Are you a theologian, sir?’ he said.


So in eating the bacon, you are but eating the worldly bacon shell. The true Baconicity of Bacon remains intact. Because of this, we are led to believe that the One and Only Bacon is so incredibly divine, that a mere taste of it would obliterate our tastebuds.

[Urban Forager]

Does it have to be a song? What about a Primal Prayer?

Ave Bacon

Hail Bacon, full of grease
The Lard is with thee
Blessed art thou among meats
and blessed
is the fruit of thy sizzle, Drippings
Holy Bacon, partner of Eggs
Pray for us Groks
Now and at the hour of our dinner

Amen

Paleobird I will gladly worship at your church, I mean kitchen.

I am your humble servant.

[Tribal Rob]

KotikBegemotik I bow down to your mighty knowledge of TP (wispers to self - god I thought I was a geek )

[texas.grok]

Here is one that I wrote, not really primal but I thought was pretty good. References to the sheep=sheeple.

To the tune of Julie Andrew’s “A few of my favorite things”

Blood dripping down and the screams of the sheep
Shiny sharp blades and the terror they reap
Politicians tied up with fear in their eyes
Because of these things I can happily sigh

Black colored t-shirts and tight leather pants
Listening to metal while writing a rant
Watching the flock in confusion from high
Because of these things I can happily sigh

Watching the flock run and mindlessly panic
Watching DiCaprio drown on Titanic
Watching the terror on TV at night
Because of these things I can happily sigh

When the sheep bleat
When the wolves growl
When I’m feeling glad
I simply sit down and open a beer
And laugh to myself, how grand!

[Knifegill]

NICE one.

Wife was singing "Fuzzy Wuzzy Wuz a Bear" to the tune of "She's so hiiii-iigh, high above me...".

[Alex Good]

Mine are all extremely graphic sex jokes.