The song parodies on this page were all featured as Song Parody of the Month during the year of 2000.
The song parodies on this page were all featured as Song Parody of the Month during the year of 2000.
A collaborative little ditty from two of looniest parody writers you'll ever know!
by Lisa and Luci
written: 11/11/99
featured: January 2000
Let me loose, just saw a lep
I've been pushed and I got dragged
I tasted mud, I tasted wine
I'm leaving your slow ass far behind
So say you choose to wait around
Well I got news for this here town
I jumped the wall, just missed the bus
But I'll get a lep for all of us
Destination don't know where
I've hitched a ride to get me there
Can't you see I've lost my mind
I'm after them like I'm on fire
Feelin' like a caged-up animal, criminal
The electric guitars are so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of the auditorium
Just another high strung security guard telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I shouldn't do
Here I am, your lep loving fan
Stole a car, it was a wreck
Hitched a ride, cashed my check
My clothes were plush, now ripped and torn
Been after Joe since I was born
I kick the jukebox to change the tune
I'll rob a bank, climb to their rooms
I need a drink to help my head
And forget what my doctor had said
Destination don't know where
I've hitched a ride to get me there
Can't you see I've lost my mind
I'm after them like I'm on fire
Feelin' like a caged-up animal, criminal
The electric guitars are so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of the auditorium
Just another high strung security guard telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I shouldn't do
Here I am, your lep loving fan
You're a hunk of love
You're all the above
I'm an aggressive gal lost in the crowd
You're enough to bring me to my knees
Feelin' like a caged-up animal, criminal
The electric guitars are so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of the auditorium
Just another high strung security guard telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I shouldn't do
Here I am, your lep loving fan
Feelin' like a caged-up animal, criminal
The electric guitars are so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of the auditorium
Just another high strung security guard telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I shouldn't do
Here I am, your lep loving fan
Okay you know how this works. You can change the name to fit whomever you lust for . . . but when it comes to me, it's gotta be Joe. *evil grin*
A twist on Savage Garden's "I Want You"
written: 1/24/00
featured: February 2000
Anytime I need to see his face
I just close my eyes and I am taken to a place
Where his naughty mind and sexual phrasing
Take up shelter in the base of my spine
Makes me hot, sticky and sweet
I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight and if it happens again
I may think so sweetly of the arms and the lips and the face
Of the human cannonball that I need to, I want to. . .
Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
He'll never know what hit him when I get to Joe
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
He's the kind of person who creates a deep obsession
Get him comfy getting perfect is what I live for
But a look and then a smile from him
It's like I'm down on the floor
And I don't know what I'm in for
Conversation has a time and place but not in the bedroom
He's a lover and a mate but the time of talking
Using symbols, using words can be likened
To a drowning victim who is swimming with a raincoat
Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
He'll never know what hit him when I get to Joe
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
Anytime I need to see his face
I just close my eyes and I am taken to a place
Where his naughty mind and sexual phrasing
Take up shelter in the base of my spine
Makes me hot, sticky and sweet
I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight and if it happens again
I may think so sweetly of the arms and the lips and the face
Of the human cannonball that I need to, I want to. . .
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
So can we find out?!
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
But ooh I'd love to find out
I'd love to find out
Ooh I want Joe, I don't know if I need Joe
Oh can we find out?
But ooh I'd love to find out
I did this to the tune of "Too Much Time on my Hands" by Styx . . .
by Lisa
featured: March 2000
Sitting in my own drool, babblin' like a damn fool
Got the twelve-o'clock Sav blues
But I can't give up hope on my afternoon Joe
And a glimpse of Phil's shoes
Is it any wonder that I am crazy?
Do you ever wonder if I'm sane at all
Well I'm so tired of droolin'
Need Viv in my hands but I can't seem to do it
I go out cruisin' lookin' for Rick
But I can't seem to find him
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got too much Leps on my mind
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much Sav on my mind
It's hard to believe this insanity
I've got too much Joe on my mind
And they're getting away, getting away from me
Too much Phil on my mind
They're g-g-g-g-getting away
Too much Viv on my mind
And I don't know what to do with myself
Too much Rick on my mind
Too much Phil on my mind
Too much Viv on my mind
Too much Rick on my mind
Well, I'm a Lep fueled genius
I can solve the Leps problems
If they'd just let me try
I have dozens of friends
The lep chat never ends
That is, as long as I'm typing
Is it any wonder I'm not the president?
Is it any wonder my brains are null and void?
Is it any wonder I've got too much Leps on my mind
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much Sav on my mind
It's hard to believe this insanity
I've got too much Joe on my mind
And they're getting away, getting away from me
Too much Phil on my mind
They're g-g-g-g-getting away
Too much Viv on my mind
And I don't know what to do with myself
Too much Rick on my mind
Hmmmm
Too much Joe on my mind
G-g-g-g-getting away
Too much Sav on my mind
Hmmmm . . .
Too much Rick on my mind
Too much Joe on my mind
Hmmm . . . what's in the fridge . . . ? *evil grin* Drag out your On Through The Night and get "Wasted" . . .
written: 3/9/00
featured: April 2000
Well I've been lying awake all night just thinking of food
I'm sure some turkey on rye would do me some good
I've got a bottle of pills to stop my cravings
But I know that my stomach will still do its ravings
Starving, I've ate away time
Starving, I'm chewing on limes
Starving, I'm eating oreos
Starving, I'm losing control
And I've been meaning to call, I've been wanting to phone
You seem not to like the thought of leaving me here alone
Well I've seen things in the fridge that are fit for a queen
I've seen things in there that should never be seen
Starving, I'm spending my money
Starving, I've eaten your honey
Starving, I'm out of my brain
Starving, I'm going insane
I'm running to the fridge
There's always time for a binge
I've gotta get food, oh won't you help me?
I've gotta get food, oh won't you help me?
I've gotta get food, oh won't you help me get food?
I thought I saw ham in there yesterday
But it couldn't been that 'cos there's nothing there today
"She hasn't lost her appetite," said all my friends
Well now I'll be stuck starving til my misery ends
Starving, I've ate away time
Starving, I'm chewing on limes
Starving, I'm out of my head
Starving, I wish I was fed
I could see the Leps saying this to me if I ever meet them. *shakes head at self*
a parody of, well, "Promises" duh
written: 3/6/00
featured: May 2000
Last night I was at a meet 'n' greet
I met a band I thought I'd never meet
I was knocked right out, y'all got to me
Gotta get me some of your chemistry
Ohhh -You want me to
Ohhh - Promise you
That I won't pounce on you
I can't make promises that I won't keep
I can't make promises that I don't mean
Ohhh
I can't behave myself when the others aren't looking, yeah
I can't make promises, babe, that I won't keep
Oh my my, I lost control
I thought of everything, I planned it all
You came right out and said to me
"Now you gotta promise me you won't pounce me"
Ohhh -You want me to
Ohhh - Promise you
That I won't pounce on you
I can't make promises that I won't keep
I can't make promises that I don't mean
Ohhh
I can't behave myself when the others aren't looking, yeah
I can't make promises, babe, that I won't keep
Ohhh -You want me to
Ohhh - Promise you
That I won't pounce on you
Ohhh
I can't make promises that I won't keep
I can't make promises that I don't mean
Ohhh
I can't behave myself when the others aren't looking, oh let me tell ya
I just can't behave myself, darling, that you can believe
You gotta believe me, ohhh
I can't make promises that I won't keep
Oh baby believe me now
I can't make promises that I don't mean
Oh gotta believe me now
I can't behave myself when
Ohhhh
The others aren't looking, yeah
I won't make promises
Oh baby, baby, you gotta believe me now
That I can't keep
Foooooooooood Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight
I wanna play the food fight game
And sail my tray, creating mass confusion
You better hide, as the custard flies
Don't close your eyes, gotta see coming at you
Don't try to run away, I'm aiming at your face
This chocolate pie, I'm setting into motion
I'm gonna launch my chicken strips
It's in your eyes, it had to happen anyway
Launchin' food all over the damn place, yeah
I'm wantin', willin', aiming for you, we'll be
Launchin' food all over the damn place
Ooh babe, when you get that plate-full
Gonna mess up the lunch room
Food Fight - got ketchup in your eyes
Food Fight - gonna launch this plate of fries
Food Fight - all right, this fight could be dynamite
Wait and see if it greases you it pleases me
There's nothing you can say, it's no mystery
It's in your hair, those fries are where I wanted them
So toss me your meat rolls, I'll lose control
Can't stop my food from fallin' into laps, you see
Launchin' food all over the damn place, oh
I'm wantin', willin', aiming for you, we'll be
Launchin' food all over the damn place
Ooh babe, when you get that plate-full
Gonna mess up the lunch room
Food Fight - got ketchup in your eyes
Food Fight- gonna launch this plate of fries
Food Fight - all right, this fight could be dynamite
Wait and see . . .
Sauerkraut
Food Fight, aahhhh . . .
Got ketchup in your eyes
Food Fight, aahhhh . . .
Gonna launch this plate of fries
Food Fight, oohh . . .
Oops, those aren't actually fries!
Food Fight
All right, this fight could be dynamite
Wait and see
If it greases you it pleases me
In the beginning there was a recipe
Colonel grabbed a chicken, some spices, and had something
It was born by accident, spice and bird
Six original spices from his own cupboard
But there was something that was missing, something lost
So he added in a seventh, that's what it was
One part spice, one part herb
Just gotta bread it and just serve
I give you
Chicken, chicken, lots of crispy chicken
It, it, it's all finger lickin'
Chicken, chicken, lots of tender chicken
It, it, it's all finger lickin'
And in the kitchen, crave began
Just a stove and a skillet, the hungry man
It induced a big hunger, an appetite
And fillin' with excitement, he took a bite
It was one part spice, one part herb
Just gotta bread it and just serve
I give you
Chicken, chicken, lots of crispy chicken
It, it, it's all finger lickin'
Chicken, chicken, lots of tender chicken
It, it, it's all finger lickin'
Skinned chicken, let the feast begin
Chicken
It was one part spice, one part herb
Just gotta bread it and just serve
A whole lotta fire, a little bit of spice
A whole lotta delicious you can't sacrifice
I give you
Plain, extra crispy
Legs, thighs
What's that smell
What's that smell
Chicken, chicken, yum, yum, yum, yum, whoa
Chicken, chicken, chicken, callin' every bird
Chicken, chicken, all around the world
Chicken, chicken, chicken, it's all finger lickin'
Chicken, chicken
Oooh . . . .
It's always the guilty pleasures *sigh*
a parody of "It's Only Love"
written: 4/7/00
featured: October 2000
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
If you could crave what I crave
If I could make you see
If you could need like I need
It'd be the air that you breathe
It goes straight to my hips
When I go on a binge
I just can't win
I can't help the state I'm in
It's only fudge
So why is eating lots of it
The one thing that I can't do
If it's only fudge
Then why am I gaining from it
It's only fudge if you're hungry too
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
If you could share my chocolatey thoughts
Meet me in my mind
If you could want the way that I want
You'd want fudge all the time
It goes straight to my hips
When I go on a binge
I just can't win
I can't stop the state I'm in
It's only fudge
So why is eating lots of it
The one thing that I can't do
If it's only fudge
Then why am I gaining from it
It's only fudge if you're hungry too
Every dream I dream has got fudge in
And every minute with it means everything
I wanna eat it there where we've never been
In my dreams
It goes straight to my hips
When I go on a binge
I just can't win
I can't help the state I'm in
It's only fudge
So why is eating lots of it
The one thing that I can't do
If it's only fudge
Then why am I gaining from it
It's only fudge if you're hungry too
Na na na na na na na na na
It's only fudge if you're hungry too
Na na na na na na na na na
It's only fudge if you're hungry too
I got to know right now
It's got to be this time
I wanna show you how
Hmm, gonna make you change your mind
There's an empty field just outside, yeah
There's a soccer ball in your hands
Ooh, that's right
We just happen to be bored
And there happens to be a ball
And we happen to be together
Try stop this game comin'
Stand up, kick a game into motion
Take a checkered ball and kick it all around, stand up
Stand up, kick a game into motion
Take it to the net and try to make a goal
Try to make a goal, baby come on
Stand up, stand up for sports
I'm gonna play one game
I wanna play, well, five
I want to beat your team, yeah
Baby, gonna beat you fair
If you lay a few quid on the table
Ooh yeah
I'll match you with my own cash
Till I win
We just happen to be bored
And there happens to be a ball
And we happen to be together
Try stop this game comin'
Stand up, kick a game into motion
Take a checkered ball and kick it all around, stand up
Stand up, kick a game into motion
Take it to the net and try to make a goal
Try to make a goal, baby come on
Stand up, stand up for sports yeah
You couldn't get a free kick
You never could kick the ball
We'll stand up in a line
And when you're ready to
It'll be stopped by us all
Yard by yard
Up and down the pitch
My team is like a razor
Slicing through the match
Goal by goal
Each and every one
On the field of glory
We'll show you out the door, stand up
Stand up, kick a game into motion
Take a checkered ball and kick it all around, stand up
Stand up, kick a game into motion
C'mon, take it to the net and try to make a goal, stand up
Stand up, kick a game into motion
Take it to the net and try to make a goal, stand up
Stand up, kick a game into motion
My team is like a razor slicing through the match, stand up
Stand up, yeah, kick a game into motion
I said yard by yard
Each goal, each goal, stand up
Stand up, yeah, kick a game into motion
Yeah, on the field of glory
We'll show you out the door, stand up
Lamaze, breathe slow and easy
'Cause there ain't enough drugs for this dame
I hope and pray my faith won't leave me
When it comes down to labor pains
Try a little Demerol
I die a little for a long rest from all of this
Hubby standing next to me
Want an end to this pregnancy
I wanna cry but I breathe a sigh
Just a little more pushing to go
I'm gonna let him know
I wanna die
But I breathe a sigh
Overflow of some fluid
Well shit, I think my water broke
Now I feel this strange sensation
And my pants are all soaked
Try a little Demerol
I die a little for a long rest from all of this
Hubby standing next to me
I more than long for your delivery
Hubby standing next to me
Won't you let me breathe
Won't you let me breathe
Let me breathe
Won't you let me breathe
Breathe a . . . OW!
Won't you let me breathe
Won't you let me breathe
Breathe a sigh
Won't you let me breathe
Oooh . . . ow ow!
Won't you let me breathe
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