PARODY SONGS

6’3"

To the tune of "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer

6’3’’…another ceiling fan down
Fuck me. Feels like my heads on fire

I dream, dream of fitting in

Normal size shoes and the bathrooms on jets

Oh, 6’3’’
Above the average man height

Slightly too big to fit through doors
I have to go and
Fire up the van to get some higher-size pants

And pills for my heart thing

I’m 6’3’’

VEAL AT LUNCHTIME

To the tune of "Steal My Sunshine" by Len

I know..they break...their knees

(Having veal at lunchtime)

But I will not lose no sleep

(Having veal at lunchtime)

Got to keep them off their feet

(Having veal at lunchtime)

MEAN MOROCCAN GUY AT SEA WORLD

To the tune of "Rockin' in the Free World" by Neil Young

I was dying in the heat

I was melting in my shoes

Sea World is right up the street

It had just been in the news

There was a warning sign on the fence outside

That said we shouldn't drink in the pool or on the rides

But I’m too cool

To listen to signs

So I hopped right in the pool

With a buoyant bag of wine

Mean Moroccan guy at Sea World (4x)

He was standing by the water
With a whistle in his hand

He was standing with his daughter

When he yelled at me I ran

Well, he caught me real quick

And he put me in a chair
Told me all about the rules

While he nibbled on a pear
Said “you’re nice kid—

Why'd you have to break the rules?

Now you’re in my makeshift jail
looking like a total fool.”

Mean Moroccan guy at Sea World (4x)

I thought he’d let me out at night.

I didn’t know this man.

He keeps my handcuffs tight

And he broke my hands

I’ve got giant sores all over my body

I wish I had some coors,

or a nice hot toddy
but I’m never gonna get em

And I’ll never be free

Till the day of Armageddon

I’ll be lost at Sea…

World.

HANGIN’ OUT WITH MY GRANDSON IN THE PARK

To the tune of "Dancing in the Dark" by Bruce Springsteen

I get up in the morning

And I ain’t got nothing to do

My next door neighbor is boring

all he ever talks about is Jews

I ain’t nothing but tired

Man I’m just sick and tired of bad health

Hey there grandson

I could use just a little help

You can’t fix a dryer
You can’t fix a dryer without a chart

It’s lonely being retired

I’m hangin’ out with my grandson in the park

Ever since you got your license

I’ve been blowin’ up your phone with calls

Can tell you’re mad by your silence

But don’t forget: your mother came out of my balls

I used to bayonet Nazis

I once killed a man with a piece of rope

But then your family forgot me

And now I’m looking at you as my last hope

You can’t fix a dryer
Without an old man to teach you bout the parts

It’s lonely being retired

Let’s fire up your old Datsun, and embark