Hey, dig it now |
Yeah, hey |
Yeah once I was a smooth grave diggah |
Diggin' it all night and all day |
I never had no problems, yeah |
With extra limbs and organs comin' my way |
Then I met up with this groovy mad man |
With funky gadgets that would blow your mind |
Payin' me a pretty penny (Yes he did) |
For all the freshest brains that I could find |
Yeah he had gadgets and gizmos and crazy cool contraptions |
And just when I saw it, a voice inside my head said |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Why's that button oh so bright? |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Press down that button, press that button down until you die |
'Til you die? |
'Til you die! |
Oh my |
Well I tried to stop this feeling |
Yeah huh, I thought that I was out of my mind |
How could I be so foolish (how could I) |
Cause that button's not the pushin' kind |
Still I had to fight this fever |
A crazy impulse I can not explain (what did you do) |
I said "I must go back there" (I've gotta go back) |
See those buttons still be flashin' the same |
Yeah he had gadgets and gizmos and crazy cool contraptions |
And just when I saw it, a voice inside my head said |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Why's that button oh so bright? |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Press down that button, press that button down until you die |
'Til you die (Yeah) |
'Til you die |
(Gotta press that big red button down!) |
(Hey, wait a minute) |
Now first it wasn't easy |
Come to grips with words in my mind, my hands were gettin' shaky |
Negotiate my mental decline |
But now it's so much better (it's so much better) |
I've taught those voices who gets their way |
So I went back to that groovy mad man |
To prove that everything was okay |
'Cuz he had gadgets and gizmos and crazy cool contraptions |
And just when I saw it, a voice inside my head said |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Press it down with all of your might |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press down that button, press that button down until you die |
'Til you die |
Yeah, 'til you die |
The voice said, press that flashy button |
(Press that flashy button) |
Press that flashy button |
(Press that big red flashy button down) |
Press that flashy button |
(Press that flashy button) |
Press that flashy button |
Press it, press it, press it, won't ya |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press it down with all of your might, oh yeah |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press it down with all of your might |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press it down with all of your might |
*CLICK* |
Uh oh… |
Thursday, October 1, 2015
That Button
This is a parody of Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music"
Friday, August 28, 2015
Lost: Giant Squirrel
This is a parody of "Jessie's Girl" by Rick Springfield.
I lost my monster squirrel |
That rodent should be easy to find |
Yeah he's got a fluffy tail |
He's seven stories high |
Got cute big bucky teeth like I drew here on this sign |
Yeah, I got reward upon the sign |
If you see him you just got to let me know it |
Phone number's on the bottom, you can call me any time |
You know I wish I had my giant squirrel |
Why can't I find my giant squirrel |
Where can I find a rodent like that? |
I passed over by the pound |
It's still standing so he hasn't been found |
Marines are closing in and their orders are to shoot |
But bullets bounce right off him so the point is probably moot |
Yeah, rewards written there on the sign |
If you see him you just got to telephone it |
My number's on the bottom, you can call me any time |
You know I wish I had my giant squirrel |
Why can't I find my giant squirrel |
Where can I find a rodent like that? |
My giant squirrel |
I wish I had my giant squirrel |
Where can I find a rodent |
Where can I find a rodent like that |
And one more thing you really oughta know That squirrel's a digger, everywhere he goes So if you see ravines or mountains that are new You gotta let me know, it could just be a clue |
Tell me, why can't I find a rodent like that? |
You know, I wish I could find my giant squirrel |
I wish I'd find my giant squirrel |
Where is my giant squirrel? |
Where can I find a rodent like that? |
Where's my giant squirrel |
I want to find my giant squirrel |
I want, I want my giant squirrel |
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
I Stomped the City
This is a parody of Bob Marley's "I Shot the Sheriff"
I stomped the city |
But I didn't stomp the doctor's lab |
I stomped the city |
But I didn't stomp the doctor's lab |
Yeah all around the rubble |
There's hunchbacks with shrinking rays |
They say I'm the monster they want to nab |
For the flaten'n of the doctor's lab |
For the flaten'n of the doctor's lab |
But I say! |
I stomped the city |
Honestly it was a lot of fun |
I stomped the city |
Now they're coming with their shrinky ray guns |
Doctor Goo, well he created me |
Giant size, and eyes that glow |
Every time that I stomp something |
He give me potions that make me grow |
He give me potions and they make me grow |
And so |
I stomped the city |
It's hard not to when you're this immense |
What happened to the doctor's lab? |
I stomped the city |
But you know they pack those buildings in too dense |
Freedom came my way one day |
And I found my way into town |
All of those buildings crowded all around |
And so I stomped them down |
Yeah, I stomped, I stomped, I stomped the town |
They put those buildings in my way! |
I stomped the city |
But I say, I did not stomp the doctor's lab |
I stomped the city, oh yeah |
But I didn't stomp the doctor's lab |
Friday, July 3, 2015
Hunchback Rag
This is an original barbershop quartet parody
The doctor's labrotory |
is the setting to our story |
it's where we spend our ti-i-ime |
While he's creating creatures |
mixing mixtures in his beakers |
we're mopping monster sli-i-ime |
Cause those monsters that he's making |
have a hunger there's no slaking |
and their manners are a mess |
(oh yes) it's true |
And their drooly sloppy munchin's |
and their gruely gloppy crunchin's |
left a mess of monster goo-oo-oo |
Your monster's cooo-ooo-ool |
But it's got a drool-ie prob-lem |
a crunchin |
and a munchin |
and a lunchin |
* it's not even potty trained I fear * |
( -Oh- dear) |
But now I figure |
we got a bigger problem |
That big bad beastie's coming over here! |
over here, over here, over here?!? |
When that monster's got the munchies |
it isn't just a hunch |
-He's- -Got- |
hunchbacks on his miiii-iiind |
Now our knees they are a quaking |
We're a shivering and shaking |
-Cuz- -We're- |
Really in a bind |
(We're hunchbacks - not lunch snacks!) |
You Big Bad Beast |
Go get yourself away |
Right now! -To-Day!- |
(Bad monster! Stay!) |
And now you |
-See- -We- |
We got another problem |
-I'm- -AAA-… |
fraid we're over-worked and under-paid |
So, Doc (here) |
Here we are (with) |
With our picket signs |
sign. ^sign. ^^sign. |
We're strike-ing |
On strike now |
It's A-Bout time |
time. ^time. ^^time. |
Don't think you'll |
Get a hunch-back |
A-Cross our picket LI-IIIIiiiIIII-IIIIiiiiIIII-IIIIIIiiiiIIIIine! |
Here is a list of our demands. |
- We find the title hunchback derogatory and henceforth wish to be called: |
Vertically Challenged Anatomical Aquisition Specialists |
- We also want obedience school for you-know-who. And a leash. And a muzzle. |
- Additionally, we would like you to shift your research to monsters that are |
Small and Cuddly |
- We also want a Two Dollar and Fifty cent raise |
- "and a new shovel!" |
- Yes. And… |
- "a big one too cuz that monster leaves huge piles of…" |
- We DEMAND proper chiropractic coverage! |
- *murmers of agreement from other hunchbacks* |
- "and a wheelbarrow too!" |
- and we want some nifty gadgets. It's no fair that you get all the cool stuff to yourself. |
*quickly from each hunchback* <a jet pack> <a brain swapper> <a holographic postcard maker> <a time machine> <a clapper for the back door porch light> |
Trick Mouse
This is a parody of The Commodores' "Brick House"
I've got a trick - mouse |
Come Friday night I'm(ii-ya) - gonna show 'em what it's all about |
Cuz he's a trick - mouse |
The deck is stacked - cuz that mouse's act |
ain't holding nothing back |
Yeah, that's a trick - mouse |
We put together - this mousey show |
This is how
the story goes |
The trick-ee-est mouse - you ever seen |
Got mousey skills, and lots of fans. Yeah. Yeah. |
Doing backflips and cartwheels on an itty bitty trampolene |
Does a flip,
to the floor, what a trick (Yow!) Like a movie scene! |
Cuz he's a trick - mouse |
He's teeny tiny - trick it like a big king kong |
That's a trick - mouse |
The house is packed - (for) that mouse's act |
ain't holding
nothing back |
Pass him a marble - he knows just what to do |
He'll dribble
it over and make a basket in your shoe! (Hey!) |
He's a trick - mouse |
Yeah he wants the cheese, the only cheese |
Nibblin' the
parmesean (pronounced parm-ma-ka-zhan) |
He likes the applause, and he likes the praise |
He gets the crowd all worked into a craze, yeah yeah |
Climb up my pants leg - and go on out my sleeve |
He's got the
tricks to trick you out of your cheese |
Cuz, he's a trick - mouse |
My whitey tighties better keep that darn thing out |
He's a trick - mouse |
The deck is stacked - cuz that mouse's act |
Ain't holding
nothing back (Yow!) |
Cheesey
cracker, cheesey crack-Kah! (Repeat x4, end crack-ka-ka-KA) |
Trick - mouse |
He's teeny tiny - trick it like a big king kong |
Cuz he's a trick - mouse |
Yeah he wants the cheese, the only cheese |
Nibblin' the
parmesean (pronounced parm-ma-ka-zhan) |
Cheesey cracker, cheesey crack-Kah! (Repeat x3) |
Cheesey! |
Zombie Squirrel
This is a parody of Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean"
I was driving home, one strange Halloween - and then like a dream |
Took a turn, by the old walnut tree - and there it was |
In front of me - much too late - too slow down |
Tell me why
did the squirrel - cross the road - with that nut - in it's mouth |
Well I veered to the right - and that squirrel dodged right too |
Veered to the left - but that squirrel.. did not know.. what to do |
Then I hit -
felt the bump - heard the sound |
People always told me - be careful out when you drive |
And don't go around - running - those - squirrels - down |
And mother always told me - put on clean underwear |
Then that squirrel jumped up on my car - and gave me quite a scare |
(oh mama) |
Zombie squirrel you got run over |
Now you are flat - and say that - I took your nut |
But - my door - is - going to stay shut |
You say that I took your nut - but my door is going to stay shut |
(silly
squirreley giggle-chatters) |
Around the block - and - through - the car wash |
You held my wiper blade |
But I couldn't stand - your nutty squirrel demands |
(For) - al.monds and pe.cans |
Cause I crushed - the walnut - you had found |
Look, I a-pol-o-gise |
For your truly dubious demise |
and I
(sym-path-ize) sym-path-ize (yeah) |
But I don't have your nut! |
Gas tank nearing empty - I knew what had to be |
Turned around - traveled back - crashed into that tree! |
And the nuts began a-falling |
From the sky but not in time (oh) |
For I crushed - the walnut - you had found |
eee eee nutty
nut yummy yummy nut nut (in squirrely voice) |
People always told me to pack along some spare cashews |
In case a zombie squirrel ever came around |
But that squirrel came chatty closer |
In that moment, then I knew |
That there was nothing I could do |
Now it wanted macaroons |
Nut nutty cookie please (in squirrely voice) |
Zombie squirrel you got run over. Zombie squirrel you got run over |
You say that I took your nut |
Zombie squirrel you got run over. Zombie squirrel you got run over |
You say that I took your nut - but my door is going to stay shut |
Hunchback in Disguise
This is a parody of Elvis Presley's "Devil in Disguise"
You look like a monster |
Stomp trucks like a monster |
Smell funky like a monster |
But I got wise |
You're a hunchback in disguise |
Oh yes you are |
A hunchback in disguise |
You fooled me with your stompin' |
Your growlin' and your grunts |
Heaven knows you were not as big |
I thought you were a runt |
You munch like a monster |
Belch like a monster |
Got a stench like a monster |
But I got wise |
You're a hunchback in disguise |
Oh yes you are |
A hunchback in disguise |
I thought that you were a monster |
And how was I to know |
Heaven help me, I had to breathe |
That strong monster B. O. |
You stink like a monster |
Smell rank like a monster |
Really reek like a monster |
But I got wise |
You're a hunchback in disguise |
Oh yes you are |
A hunchback in disguise |
You're a hunchback in disguise |
Oh yes you are |
A hunchback in disguise |
Oh yes you are |
A hunchback in disguise |
Gonna Show Them All
This is a parody of Billy Joel's "The Longest Time"
Oh, oh, oh |
Gonna show them all |
Oh, oh, oh |
Gonna show
them all |
I'm the voice you're hearing in your mind |
Don't ignore me, that would be unkind |
Your monster's pretty |
It wants to smash a city |
Just let it
go, it's gonna show them all |
Once you suffered ridicule and jeers |
Now the time of reconing draws near |
They're gonna pay now |
For the things they used to say now |
Your monster's
really gonna show them all |
Oh, oh, oh |
Gonna show them all |
Oh, oh, oh |
Gonna show
them |
See your monster standing strong and tall |
Tribute to you, standing there at all |
Crushing a train rail |
With one mighty toenail |
I know your
monster's gonna show them all |
Maybe it has hungered too long |
For something to bite |
That tastes like Hong Kong |
Maybe it wants something to smash |
Wants to hear a crash |
Is that too
much to ask for |
They said you were crazy and a fool |
Now they will be drenched in monster drool |
Your monster's vicious |
Your revenge will be delicious |
It really,
really's gonna show them all |
Maybe it's got too long a claw |
Needs something to scratch |
A building to gnaw |
Don't you know it only wants to bash |
Turn city into trash |
Is that too
much to ask for |
Now it is your respons-abil-ity |
Since it is your monster prodigy |
It wants it so bad |
I think you aught to know that |
Your giant monster's gonna show them all |
I'll Be Your Hunchback Pal
This is a parody of Paul Simon's "You Can Call Me Al"
A man limps down the street |
He says why am I hunched in the shoulders now |
Why am I hunched in the shoulders |
What's with this lazy eye |
What am I supposed to be? |
I need some new occupation |
Headaches in the bell tower |
Throbbing echoes of the sound |
Bellringer Bellringer |
Climbing Quasimodo-like |
Far above the cold stone floor |
Mr. Bellringer Bellringer |
Get these bats away from me |
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore |
If you'll be my scientist |
I can be your hunchback pal |
I can call you doctor |
And doctor when you call me |
You can call
me Ralph |
A man walks down the street |
Mumbles where the hell's my plutonium |
Got a big package of plutonium |
Mixed with my potions and contraptions |
Where've all my hunchbacks gone |
What's dewey decimal |
Who's going to help me out |
Now that my helpers have |
Gone Gone |
He left his secret lab-ro-tory |
His master work and apparatus |
All alone alone |
With his implements and experiments |
No time left
to find or organize |
If you'll be my scientist |
I can be your hunchback pal |
I can call you doctor |
And doctor when you call me |
You can call me Ralph |
Call me Ralph |
Two men walk down the street |
One in a wrinkled lab coat |
One in a burlap shirt |
One breaks the silence with a sound |
You need a place to fit in |
I need a helping hand |
It'll mean long hours |
This ain't no union job |
Job job |
Body parts and toxic waste |
Graveyards and asylums |
Haul'n brains around around |
Monsters on the cutting board |
Hideous assembly |
He say's
"Why not? I'll give this gig a
try!" |
If you'll be my scientist |
I can be your hunchback pal |
I can call you doctor |
And doctor when you call me |
You can call me Ralph |
Call me Ralph |
Stomping Spree
This is a parody of KT Tunstall's "Suddenly I See" That beast is a mountain of fur |
It's a mountain of fur |
It's head's like a mongoloid squirrel |
Like a mongoloid squirrel |
The buildings that surround it seem to sparkle in the night |
Like nuts it wants to bury, all trembling with fright |
With feet like bombs |
It's decimated
towns with beastly brawn |
It's a stomping spree (stomp stomping spree) |
It's a monster - time to flee |
It's a stomping spree (stomp stomping spree) |
And that's why
this city's soon to be debris |
There's a squid come to battle the squirrel |
come to battle the squirrel |
It's got limbs that'll wiggle and whirl |
Yeah wiggle and whirl |
With tentacles and mandribles it's such a scary sight |
It's a squid from fifty fathoms and it's filled with fishy might |
And win or lose |
It's the city
that'll be belting out the blues |
It's a stomping spree (stomp stomping spree) |
It's some monsters - time to flee |
It's a stomping spree (stomp stomping spree) |
And that's why
this city's soon to be debris |
A scientist showdown |
And they're mad as can be |
Their creations are a clashing, while they cheer with manic glee |
Oh their monsters collide and their egos tower |
They're drunk with power, yeah |
They've got the power to scheme |
The power to make |
A power
supreme, mad-men |
It's a stomping spree (stomp stomping spree) |
It's some monsters - time to flee |
It's a stomping spree (stomp stomping spree) |
And that's why this city's soon to be debris |
Mad Scientist Rhapsody
This is a parody of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" Is this my own lab |
Or university |
The future of science |
Shackled by beuracracy |
Open your eyes |
Think, realize, and see |
I'm just a genius, I.Q. two-eighty-three |
But I have grand ideas, a grand design |
An awesome gift, an awesome mind |
Sci-en-tific Progress - the only thing that matters to me |
To me |
Mayor, just deranged a man |
Put a cathode in his brain |
Flipped my switch, now he's insane |
Mayor, tenure had just begun |
But now I've gone and thrown it all away |
Mayor, oooh |
I've got a need to show you all |
This is a minor setback, I am quite infallable |
It's science,
it's science, the only thing that matters |
Today, you cast me out |
Sent me running on the rail |
Threats of lawsuit, threats of jail |
Farewell, laboratory, behind me now |
Gotta take my tattered notes and start anew |
Mayor, oooh |
I don't want to fail |
Have you no
regard for science at all… |
I see a little silhouetto of a plan |
Calculation, inspiration, per-mut-a-tion and now |
Thunderbolt and lightning, terribly exciting me! |
(Is it working) Yes, it's working |
(Is it working) Yes, it's working |
Yes, it's working, yes it's working - It's Alive! (maniacial laughter) |
It's my creation, it is unstoppable! |
(It's his creation, it's going to show them all!) |
(Rise up and fight for his genius and … oh!) |
(Giant hands, giant teeth, will you let me go?) |
It hungers! No! It will not let you go. (Let me go) |
It hungers! It will not let you go. (Let me go) |
It hungers! It will not let you go. (Let me go) |
It will not let you go. (Let me go) |
It will not let you go. (Let me go) |
No, no, no, no, no, no, no |
(Oh giant monster, giant monster, giant monster let me go) |
The science
books have a chapter set aside for me, for me, for me! |
So you think you can impose supression on me |
So you think I'll just cast my brainchild in the sea |
Oh mayor! Can't do this to me mayor! |
My creature is
coming, my creature is coming for you-who-who |
It's the only thing that matters |
Anyone can see |
It's the only thing that matters, it's the only thing that matters to me |
Sci-en-tif-ic pro-gress |
I'm Too Brainy
This is a parody of Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy"
I'm too brainy for my mind, too brainy for my mind |
Mind's going to leave me |
I'm too brainy for my specs, too brainy for my specs |
So brainy no specs |
And I'm too brainy for instructions too brainy for instructions |
Time wasting obstructions |
And I'm too brainy for your brainy |
Too brainy for your brainy |
No way I'll change my mind |
I'm a genius, you know what I mean |
And I'm thinking brainy thoughts in my labcoat |
Yeah in my labcoat, in my labcoat, yeah |
I flex my brainy brain in my labcoat |
And I'm too brainy for my notes, too brainy for my notes |
Too brainy I wrote |
And I'm too brainy for my pen, too brainy for my pen |
Too brainy and then - don'cha dare misquote |
I'm a genius, you know what I mean |
And I'm thinking brainy thoughts in my labcoat |
Yeah in my labcoat, in my labcoat, yeah |
I flex my brainy brain in my labcoat |
I'm too brainy for my brainy for my brainy for my |
Cos I'm a genius you know what I mean |
And I'm thinking brainy thoughts in my labcoat |
Yeah in my labcoat, in my labcoat, yeah |
I flex my brainy brain in my labcoat |
I'm too brainy for this lab, too brainy for this lab |
This shabby, shabby lab |
I'm too brainy for my mind, too brainy for my mind |
Mind's going to leave me |
And I'm too brainy for this song |
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