The song parodies on this page were all featured as Song Parody of the Month during the year of 1999.

She originally wrote it about Elvis ... twist a few words, have a little fun, and now it's about Def Leppard!!
parody of Alannah Myles' "Black Velvet"
written: 12/24/98
featured: January 1999

"Def Leppard"

Hmmm ... mmmm....

Music business in the middle of a dry spell
Def Leppard on the radio up high
Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky

The boys can sing, know how to move, everything
Always wanting more, they'll leave you longing for

Def Leppard and those cutie smiles
Def Leppard with that heavy British style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Def Leppard if you please

Up in America the music's like a heatwave
"White Lightning," bound to make you mild
Mama's baby in the heart of every school girl
"Have You Ever ..." leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle

The way they move, it is a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, they'll leave you longing for

Def Leppard and that Savage smile
Def Leppard with that heavy British style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Def Leppard if you please

Every word of every song that they sang was for you, ooh-oooh
In a flash Steve was gone, it happened so soon, what could you do?

Def Leppard and those adorable smiles
Def Leppard with that heavy British style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Def Leppard if you please

Def Leppard and those boyish smiles
Def Leppard with that heavy British style
With a new album that'll bring ya to your knees
Def Leppard if you please

If you please
If you please
If you please
Mmmm ... hmhmhmmm....

I think Mick is rolling over in his grave ... repeatedly ... a parody of "Don't Look Down" ... Special thanks to a friend of mine for helping me out!!
written: 2/1/99
featured: February 1999

"Don't Look Down"

Don't know what I'm doing here, but I'll say it again
Don't know what I'm doing here, but I think I'm gonna die!
Trying to go up a ladder, I'm so alone
Feel a little strange, 'cause I'm so far from the ground

Don't wanna fall
Remember don't look down
Don't wanna fall
Remember don't look down
Yeah, don't look down

Have a woman's love, but she sent me up here
This is no place to stay, but I think I'll just stop right here
I won't be crying, though I don't have hope
Better keep my head on straight, 'cause now I'm hanging from a rope

Don't wanna fall
Remember don't look down
Don't wanna fall
Remember don't look down
Don't look down

Getting kinda scared but you see, I'm here just the same
Gonna face the day, 'cause it won't be good if I faint
I got my worries, I'll get this over and done
I'll never finish this though it ain't my idea of fun

Don't wanna fall
Remember don't look down
Don't wanna fall
Remember don't look down
Don't look down
Whoops! Looked down!

Okay, time to dust off your On Through The Night album folks? it's about time I parodized something off that album, sheesh. I'm sick, I know.
a parody of "Rock Brigade"
written: 2/28/99
featured: March 1999

"Lust Brigade"

Well, in the middle of the night and the early morning light
You can hear them a million miles away
They'll be chasing the Leps, chasing 'em down
Screaming like fans, announcing their love

Watch out for the lust brigade, lust brigade
Oh no, it's the lust brigade, lust brigade
Look out for the lust brigade
Scaring the Leps away, away

So when they hit your town, you'd better get down
I'm telling no lies to you, mister
'Cause they live for Def Leppard, they'll try to steal Joe's bod
Might even try to steal the drummer

Watch out for the lust brigade, lust brigade
Oh no it's the lust brigade, lust brigade
Look out for the lust brigade
Chasing the Leps away, away, away

So in the middle of the night or the early morning light
If you hear them comin' your way
Well you'd better hide yourself, don't let the Leps out
'Cause they are just like blood hounds

Watch out for the lust brigade, lust brigade
Oh no it's the lust brigade, lust brigade
Look out for the lust brigade, lust brigade
You better watch for the lust brigade, lust brigade
I say watch out for the lust brigade, lust brigade
Keep your eyes on the lust brigade, lust brigade
Don't let your eyes off the lust brigade, lust brigade
They'll be chasing the Leps away, away, away

Like the would let me anywhere NEAR the stage. Heheh. Another gem from On Through The Night parodized.
A parody of "Rocks Off"
written: 4/1/99
featured: April 1999

"Clothes Off"

Well the Leps were gettin' ready just the other night
When a knock on the dressing room door
Gave way to a leather jacket little girl
Whom they'd never ever seen before

In my leopard dress and my high heeled shoes
I took them all by surprise
And when I asked Joe what he wanted to do
Well, I said it with my eyes

Joe, getcha clothes off

When they finally took the stage there I was
But I wasn't on my own
'Cause I brought some friends, maybe 5 or 6
Yeah, you know I'd been on the phone

And when we started dancing and jumping around
Well they couldn't believe their eyes
'Cause we got the whole damn audience rockin'
And we got the Leps paralyzed

Boys, getcha clothes off

Here is the winner of May's Parody of the Month! A big THANK YOU for everyone who participated!!
a hilarious parody of "Hysteria"
by Lisa
featured: May 1999

"Hungrier"

Out of lunch, out of eats yeah!
You could give your spare change to me
Wanna snack, want some sweets yeah!
Give me food, I'm beggin' on my knees

I gotta know right now, gonna eat that steak right now
Can't stop this hunger, can't stop my appetite

Oh! I'm getting hungrier, and hungrier
Whoa! Can you hear it, Whoa can you hear it
Do you believe it, Do you believe
My stomachs growling yeah and grumbling yeah
When I get that feeling, better start to feeding

Coz I'm hungrier, oh! say you will please man
Give your lunch to me

Want some crackers, and some cheese yeah!
You could share your ham sandwich with me
Oh! and I need some food yeah!
Mouth open wide, that's right- feed me all I need
Oh! Please feed me

I gotta know right know, gonna eat that fish right now
Can't stop my hunger, Can't curb my appetite

Oh! I'm getting hungrier, and hungrier
Whoa! can you hear it, Whoa can you hear it
Do you believe, Do you believe it
My stomachs growling yeah and grumbling yeah!
When I get that feeling, better start to feeding

Coz I'm hungrier, Oh! say you will Oh! man
Share your lunch with me

Come on

I gotta know right know, gonna eat that pizza now
Can't stop this hunger, Gonna lose this fight
Oh! I'm still hungry yeah, Oh! hungry yeah!
Whoa! can you hear it, Whoa can you hear it
Do you believe it, Do you believe it
My stomachs growling yeah, and grumblin yeah!
When I get that feeling, better start to feeding
Coz I'm hungrier, Oh! say you will, Oh! man
Whoa can you hear it, Do you believe it
I'm getting hungrier, hungrier, hungrier, hungrier
When I get that feeling better start to feeding
Coz I'm hungrier, Oh! say you will Oh! Man
Say you will

Give your lunch to me
Give it to me man
Oh! Man
Give it, just give it
Let me have it man

You didn't think I'd have the balls to do it did you? Well I did. The first to parodize a song off the new album ...
written: 5/31/99
featured: June 1999

"21st Century Sha La La La Hunk"

24 hours of every day
I'd walk on glass just to hear you sing
Doesn't matter what you do to me
I want you baby, can't you see?
I'm lustin', I'm crushin', I'm stuck on you
I'd do anything that you want me to
I'd crawl on my knees just to get to you
Don't run and hide, you know it's true

On a psychadelic hide 'n' seek
We can share some heat
I'm sneaking past security
Babe, I wanna get dirty

C'mon be my 21st century hunk
All outrageous, quite contagious
21st century
You take me so much higher
21st century hunk
Real sweet crooner, hot li'l poser
21st century
Sha la la la hunk

Shake it, you're blowing my mind
Never say never, so I'm taking my time
Around the world from the A to the Z
I fall for you so easily
Catch my breath 'cause I ran too fast
Well I just can't control myself
Realize we synchronize
It's only when I close my eyes

On a psychadelic hide 'n' seek
We can share some heat
I'm sneaking past security
Babe, I wanna get dirty

C'mon be my 21st century hunk
All outrageous, quite contagious
21st century
You take me so much higher
21st century hunk
Real sweet crooner, hot li'l poser
21st century
Got me on fire

Burning, yearning
You take me up, you set me free
Wanting
No time to breathe, just zero G
High
Still dying
Send me flying
I'm dying

Ahhhhhhhhh

On a psychadelic hide 'n' seek
We can share some heat
I'm sneaking past security
Babe, I wanna get dirty

Come on, be my 21st century hunk
All outrageous, quite contagious
21st century
You take me so much higher
21st century hunk
Real sweet crooner, hot li'l poser
21st century
I'm on fire
21st century sha-la-la-la hunk
I'm dying
21st century sha-la-la-la hunk
Yearning
21st century sha-la-la-la hunk
You're a 21st century sha-la-la-la hunk

If the Leps can write a sex related song--"All Night" then why not put a twist on "Back In Your Face"? I came up with "Back In Your Pants," no disrespect to any of the Leps but that is where most of us girls would love to be right!
A parody of "Back In Your Face"
featured: July 1999
by Lisa

"Back In Your Pants"

I'm back in your pants like I've never been away
I'm back in your pants and it's where I'm gonna stay
Watch my lips go smack, watch this girl just attack
I'm back

You can stand tall, you can stick out a mile
I can come crawling on my knees awhile

I'm coming' around, I'm ready to be bound
Shakin' it for all it's a-worth
I'm a sex craved alien, a nympho-sapien
Crashin' on down to earth

I'm back in your pants like I've never been away
I'm back in your pants and it's where I'm gonna stay
Watch my lips go smack, watch this girl just attack
I'm back

I can turn down the bed and be the perfect host
I can take the pants off the sexiest ghost

I'm coming' around, I'm ready to be bound
Shakin' it for all it's a-worth
I'm a sex craved alien, a nympho-sapien
Crashin' on down to earth

I'm back in your pants like I've never been away
I'm back in your pants and it's where I'm gonna stay
Watch my lips go smack, watch this girl just attack
I'm back

Back in the bedroom, back in the ring
Backin' a winner, I'm a sure shot thing
Backin' you good 'cause you do me no wrong
Here I am honey, I'm back where I belong
Belong, belong, belong.....

Hey! Hey!

I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yeah I'm back
You better believe that I'm back
Now lemme tell you I'm back
Can't you see that I'm back
Come on and do it, I'm back
There's nothing to it, I'm back

I'm back in your pants like I've never been away
I'm back in your pants and it's where I'm gonna stay
Watch my lips go smack, watch this girl just attack
I'm back in your pants and don't it feel so good
I'm back in your pants and just like I knew that it would
Watch my lips go smack, watch this girl just attack
Sheer heart attack and I'll jump you in a flash
Like a leader of the pack
And as a matter of fact I'm back

Face it, only I could turn a lusty song into something unimaginable. Just don't ask me okay. 'Cause I don't know how THIS happened!!!
a parody of "All Night"
written: 7/10/99
featured: August 1999

"Golfing"

I like a golfer who loves to drive
Who can putt at least, yeah, under 85

Hm, yeah, uh, yeah, oh FORE!

I love a golfer who likes to make me sweat
Who'll come around looking for a game
Get what you can get

(Hm, yeah, uh, yeah, oh FORE!)
Show me babe what's on your mind
I wanna play ya one more time
Golfing
I like it
Golfing
I wanna

Oh yeah
I wanna play a game, baby
Oh yeah
I wanna play golf, child

Golfing
I wanna play ya
Golfing
Oh give me a club baby
Golfing
I want the Nine please
Golfing
I wanna play you

Uh, yeah, hm, yeah, oh FORE!

Oh baby, it's showtime
Hit it for me, hit it for me

I like a golfer who wants to be the star
Who makes a ball go further than it's ever been before
Hit it for me
(Uh, yeah, hm, yeah, oh FORE!)

Show me babe what's on your mind
I wanna play ya one more time
Golfing
I like it
Golfing
I wanna, hit it for me

Oh, ah, wanna play golf baby
Oh, hey, wanna play golf child

Golfing
I wanna play ya
Golfing
Oh give me a club baby
Golfing
I want the Nine please
Golfing
I wanna play you babe

You shouldn't wanna putt if you wouldn't wanna putt
You didn't say you wouldn't and you shouldn't but you'll putt

Let's get drivin'

Hit it for me
Oh baby, it's showtime
Hit it for me, hit it for me baby
Hit it for me, oh I like that
Hit it for me
Hit it for me baby

Don't think, don't think
Don't think, just hit it

Oh, ah, wanna play golf baby
Oh, hey, wanna play golf child

Golfing
I wanna play ya
Golfing
Oh give me a club baby
Golfing
I want the Nine please
Golfing
Hit it for me, hit it for me
I wanna do it
Golfing
Oh give me a club baby
Golfing
I want the Nine please
Golfing
I want to play you

What can I say? He is.
a parody of Robert Palmer's hit
written: 8/28/99
featured: September 1999

"Simply Irresistible"

I love T. Rex. I have the ultimate soft spot for Electric Warrior. Always have, always will. So, what generally happens sooner or later? A parody of course!! Here's one straight from way back when.
A parody of "Jeepster"
written: 8/20/99
featured: October 1999

"Longing"

Two prides in my life are my computer and my baby, the stereo. My worst nightmare is for anything to happen to either. So I had to express that in a parody ... hehehehe.
a parody of "Hysteria"
written: 10/17/99
featured: November 1999

"My Stereo"

Out of touch, out of reach yeah
He could try to take lesser from me
I'm so bummed, I'm real low yeah
Terrorized, I'm shaken to my knees

I gotta know tonight what all he stole tonight
Can't stop this felon, can't stop this thief

Oh he's got my stereo, my stereo
Oh I can't believe it, can you believe it
It's such a violation of me so
When your heart starts sinking, better start believing
'Cause what a miracle if I get it back, oh man
My stereo and all it's gear

Out of mine, into his yeah
He can hide, while I comb the streets
Oh I believe I'll find the thief, yeah
Find him fast, that's right, and chop off his feet
Oh believe in me

I gotta know tonight what all he stole tonight
Can't stop this felon, can't stop this thief

Oh he's got my stereo, my stereo
Oh I can't believe it, can you believe it
It's such a violation of me so
When your heart starts sinking, better start believing
'Cause what a miracle if I get it back, oh man
My stereo and all it's gear

Let's go

I gotta know tonight what all he stole tonight
Can't stop this felon, can't stop this thief

Oh he's got my stereo, my stereo
Oh I can't believe it, can you believe it
It's such a violation of me so
When your heart starts sinking, better start believing
'Cause what a miracle if I get it back, oh man
Oh I can't believe it, oh man, can you believe it
Oh he's got my stereo, my stereo, my stereo, my stereo
When your heart starts sinking, better start believing
'Cause what a miracle, oh yes I will
Oh yeah, yes I will

Take lesser of me
Take lesser asshole
Oooh
Yeah yeah
Lesser, take lesser
Take lesser
Lesser from me ...

Here's another classic sent in by Lisa!! A parody of "Paper Sun"
featured: December 1999

"Paper Bag"

Does it hurt to remember
It won't help to forget
Do you know what you started
When you pulled this bag off my head

There's not a reason why
You pulled it up
There's no way to justify
And scared everyone
There's nothing left inside
As I grab my paper bag...

Coz I'm living in a paper bag
Blind to all the funny laughs
Living in a paper bag
Waiting for nose surgery
Living in a paper bag
They can't hide and they can't run
Must stop my nose from showing now
Living in a paper bag

I can still hear them screaming
My large schnoz made them run
Is the size of this nose on me
A gift from father to son

I can't believe it's true
My nose is large
I can't wait for surgery
So it's stays this way
There no other way to hide
As I grab my paper bag

Coz I'm living in a paper bag
Blind to all the funny laughs
Living in a paper bag
Waiting for nose surgery
Living in a paper bag
They can't hide and they can't run
Must stop my nose from showing now
Living in a paper...

You will discover
The way I suffer
Have a nose like no other
My schnoz makes me suffer

There is a reason why
I keep it on
This is my way to justify
I scare no-one
I keep my nose shoved inside
As I grab my paper bag...

Coz I'm living in a paper bag
Blind to all the funny laughs
Living in a paper bag
Waiting for nose surgery
Living in a paper bag
Waiting for the knife
You can see my nose as I've come and gone...