Parody of “Daddy's Little Girl”, words and music by
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Parody of “Daddy's Little Girl”, words and music by Julia Ecklar
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|ny s little pet|
|one night last spring|
|When Johnny tried to roast him on a||Am|
|for Burger King,|
|And I don t like his recipes a||Am|
|they really try it,|
|what I might burn,|
|the proper diet,|
|Johnny s pet could kindle||E|
|, fire, fire.|
|ard filled with stone.|
|, fire, fire|
|rd s very||Am|
|they try to trap us,|
|et us as food,|
|ny s little pet forgets the||E|
|They ll find their fire||E7|
|rd s grown up||Am|
Scallions and tomatoes
With chunks of human meat,
Barbecued and served upon a bun.
Juice running, redly running,
And it sure looks good to eat.
But Johnny s pet prefers his meat well-done.
But I never want to eat them,
For I know they would taste bad,
But they grill and bake and fry us.
They don t know all I have.
I have fire, fire, fire
To roast humans every night.
Fire, fire, fire,
Crunchy bones in every bite.
Broiled hands and boiled hair,
Then quickly fly away.
Acid indigestion is no fun.
And fire lizards hate to eat and run.
So a year is spent outside,
Learning how to go between.
Drag you off before your friends can see.
But now something s going wrong,
For my appetite s so keen
I ve grown much larger than I used to be.
Oh, there s nowhere left to run to,
And there s nowhere to retreat.
And there s no one left to run from,
But there s someone left to eat!
Fire, fire, fire
Chasing humans up a tree.
Fire, fire, fire,
Scorching everyone I see.
You ate my wife and family
As if they were hors d oeuvres.
But you taught Johnny s pet that game, you fools.
And fire lizards don t play by the rules.