Parody of “Annie”, words and music by
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Parody of “Annie”, words and music by Fred Small
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|check for mail from her||Em|
|ic kinds of||C|
|ers, decryption, and||C|
|you she’s a||Em|
|workers whisper near her||D|
Christmas comes with questions of families.
How did they raise you, and where?
Avoiding any question that would date her,
She asks them why they care.
Looking for some dinner in the City,
An extra wisp of fog that no one heeds.
Man or woman, what the heck. It’s only a neck.
Sixteen ounces that’s all she needs.
Never getting too close to a mirror.
Never letting down too much of her hair.
Nor allowing guests to see the bedroom furniture
Hid in her lair.
Annie walks in late to the Christmas party.
Her friends tell her, looking disturbed,
You’re so pale and so thin. Why not splurge and dig in?
Why, the garlic bread’s simply superb!
Work that you love is hard to come by,
And places where they let you work at night.
So she grabs a couple morsels to be quietly
Tucked out of sight.
But at dawn, as she flaps toward her coffin,
She glares back at the cold angry glow,
And dreams of the day, many decades away,
When the world will be ready to know.
She’ll tell them:
Don’t you worry about Annie.
She won’t waste away to bone.
If she stays out of the sun,
She may live to be five hundred.
Annie’s stronger than you’d known.