Parody of “(various)”, words and music by
Nate Bucklin
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Reprinted from
Songworm 3
Parody lyrics ©4/10/90 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
Headphones admitting that they just don’t know.
Radio signals in Braille.
Fresh load of bull with imported hen.
Buttered lemonade in every pail.
There hasn’t been any music sung or played
In my hearing in a week or three.
But there’s nothing gone wrong with my hearing.
There’s just something gone wrong with me.
We are the nude pterodactyls; we don’t wear any clothes.
We dazzle young photographers, for whom we love to pose.
We dive-bomb universities, in order to harass
Some uptight ancient fossil spouting nonsense to his class.
It’s raunchy and it’s reckless, but he really can’t resist her.
Such relative resemblance to his twin the twisted sister.
Life goes on and on, a little like incest,
While we’re waiting with the worst overweight guest.
The thing I got from you was mozzarella.
The thing you got from me was Parmesan.
I don’t know how it happened. A mix-up made in shopping.
I gave yours back, but half of mine is gone.
Pizzas are the weather on my windshield.
Pizzas from the sky beneath my front wheel.
Pizzas are the weather, and the cheese isn’t cheddar,
And if you can’t taste it, it isn’t real.