The Taste of Egg

Parody of “Blood Child”, words and music by Joey Shoji

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Parody lyrics ©1/10/99 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

Written at one of Kathy Mar s weekend-long Stone Soup parties in honor of the traditional Sunday Morning Dead Bunny Brunch, which features pancakes in the shape of rabbits, which scream (sound effects provided by the guests) when their chocolate-chip eyes behold the hot griddle coming up to meet them. No real bunnies were harmed in the making of this song. I don t eat real bunnies anyway.

Last Em
night
 this seemed so Bm
inn
ocent a Em
part
y.
Just C
friend
ly converD
sa
tion, soup and Em
song
.

But G
now
 the Bunny C
Break
fast is upBm
on
 us,
And C
pan
cakes never D
seemed
 so very Em
wrong
.

I watched you as you made your preparations,
And calmly melted butter on the grill.
But this preserve awaiting on the counter
Looks like a gorey garnish for the kill!

Note: JS1 and JS2 chords denote special fingerings Joey devised specifically for the Blood Child song.

Chorus:
JS1
sev
ered leg.  A sticky JS2
tail
.
The JS1
limbs
, compressed.  A flattened F
ear
.
One JS1
blear
y, bloody, sunny, Sunday JS2
morn
,
JS1
heard 
the Bm
bun
nies scream in Em
fear
.

You hinted at this on the invitation,
And told us we must witness it ourselves.
But I was never told about the horror,
The carnage that awaited on your shelves.
 
The two that you most recently had battered
Were at your mercy; to the pan they clung.
I watched in horror as you flipped them over,
To fry up for your hungry hoards of young!

Chorus: A severed leg.  A sticky tail.
The limbs compressed.  Some splattered brain.
One bleary, bloody, sunny, Sunday morn,
I heard the bunnies scream in pain.