Here's a parody song I wrote recently. Still kind of playing around with the lyrics to get it good, but I'm liking how it is. This is a series of quick songs, some complete songs, or verses from a running series of parody I'll do someday called "One In A Million Parodies"
I urge you to view the original lyrics and listen to the original song to get a feel of how this song would sound.
brackets [brackets] denote connotations or notes on my part. not part of song lyrics
If somebody emailed me a 12:42 long version instrumental of "one in a million" That would be epic. Not expecting anything, but surprise me.
Parody # 1:
The KFC Theme Song (One In A Zillion)
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[So this opening part is really really pieced together, but I'll be damned if I couldn't get a "fair use' reference in there somewhere"]
Guess My Meat, then.
You won't get it right away
Guess my meat, but first listen
what I say.
So this ain't "Guns N'" it's
a parody
Maybe that thing called Fair use
Could be my way
[2nd part-- This is another part i Keep re-writting]
Meat of a dumb bird.
That's right.
Chicken's on my plate
There's nothing to tell me-
I'm sold on this state
I don't need to no plates n'
forks. I Eat 'hind my back [And the pacing breaks down about here- a lot of forcing words was required]
Just need my chicken till then,
Won't you hand me a pack
[Couldn't come up with anything better than "One in a Zillion"]
You're one in a zillion
Yeah, we know what you are
You're one in a zillion, Leg
You're the juicy start
Maybe someday we'll know your,
Secret Herbs & Spice
You know we tried to copy,
And then you made them fried
Made them fried
made them fried
Popeyes and Churches (chicken)
They make no sense to me
They come to our city
and think we hate KFC
Trying to make some min-chik-en [this sounds too forced.. will figure something out]
And sprinkle on some cheese
They try it so many goddamn ways
Still tastes like shit to me
Some say they're tasty
They claim they like the grease
And some say they're based on,
the same recipes
I think they're crazy
Maybe that's just me
these fools taste absolutely
nothing like KFC
It's been such a long time
Since I knew thigh from wing
It all goes the same place in the end,
But still i Eat and sing
You're one in a zillion
Yeah, we know what you are
Your one in a zillion, Wing
You're the chicken czar
Maybe someday we'll know your
secret herbs and spice
you know they tried to copy
And then you made them fried
made them fried
made them fried
Veggies and Veagans
Don't point your fingers at me
I'm a corporate sellout, that's been,
payed by KFC
I don't need your reasons
Won't you listen to me
Just making my livin', baby
eatin' chiken that's free
You're one in a zillion
Don't you know that you are
You're on in a zillion, breast
you're my favorite by far
Maybe someday we'll know the
secret herbs and spice
You know we tried to copy
and then you made them fried
made them fried
made them fried
[Now, imagine that if this was an actual song- there'd be about a minute of repeated instrumentation here, it wouldn't hit the end- it' just keep repeating the bridge & chorus parts. All of this would still be sung in rythm & form]
How do I stop this?
which button turns off?
I accidentally, made it, go a little to long
This is the extra,
part that i just threw in
In case you liked the beat,
and don't care for the words
I ran out of good puns
Related to meat
now I'm just trying, to stop
Playing the beat
I can't figure out, what button,
turns it off.
I wish that you'd help me
that certainly would rock
You're one that's still listening
Don't you know that you are?
You need to stop listening, baby
We've gotten quite far
There's no signs of stopping
I can't find the switch
Do something to help me, please,
you sunuvabitch
I hope the studio
Doesn't charge me per track
If they do, then, you'd better pay me back
The whole goddamn problem
I'm blaming on you
Now I"m frantically searching,
won't you give me a clue?
Hey, I just found it!
The button that stops
I'm bout to press it!
This song's a huge flop
[After this line, the instrumentation speeds up, vocals would continue, with new tempo and form]
Oh no this just
Speeds it up
Please, God! Why wont' you, Make this stop?
I'm getting a headache & the, tape's
showing signs of wear
It's also can't find my ryhming thesaurus, it might be over there
It's harder to figure, out word taht ryhme
I'm getting so frustrated that,
My songsheet has tears on it
Let's see what this
Other button does
Hopefully, this one will, fix both problems
[Instrumentation completely stops here. Next lines are spoken word, with no structure]
Hey!
That worked!
Thank's for the help, buddy!
You know, you're really good at this
I haven't seen anyone quite like you?
I think i came up with a song that describes this whole thing, let's give it a shot
[instrumentation goes back up, right to the chorus, next lines are sung]
You're one in a million
Don't you know that you are
You're one in a million, baby
You're a shooting star
When I Tried to,
Turn off the song
You kind of helped me out and-
[instrumentation abrubtly stops with a scratching noise. Next lines are spoken]
Stop this. It's too long.
[end of song 1]
[commence song 2]
[processing]
[song 2: Parody of 2nd part "Police & ...." This just randomly popped into my head and made me laugh]
Lightbulbs & Flashlights
They make no sense to me
At first it's all dark, and then,
suddenly you can see
[Song 3: More random shit I came up with. It slightly scares me that this kind of stuff pops into my head all the time]
Pants Eating Ninja's
that's right.
Stay out of my way
I just bought these,
new jeans today
[Song 4: The ringo starr song]
You're one of the Beatles
Don't you know that you are?
You drummed for The Beatles,
Yeah, You're name's Ringo Starr
[and finally, the best one, simply called "U2" I'll let you figure out what it's about:]
You're music is awful
Don't you now that it is
Lead Singers glasses are stupid
And his face looks like piss
His lyrics are cheesy
He doesn't really care 'bout Africa
But the guitar does please me
so I still listen on
Besides, I think
Red is a stupid color
I mean, who the fuck wears,
Glasses indoors?
[Maybe that was a poem more than a song]