Stuck on a Theme

I love a good parody. I always have. I knew the minute I heard “Weird Al” for the first time that I had found my niche. I began trying to write my own from that point on. I would torture anyone who had the misfortune of playing a song I didn’t like with my own version every chance I took. The negative side of this was learning the actual lyrics to bad songs while trying to get the syllable count to match. It is why I know more lyrics to “Spice Girls” and “Brittney Spears” than I do to actual good music.

This is the first parody I ever wrote. It was done with my sister (the parody writing you perverts) when I was in seventh grade and she was in ninth. I remember we were sitting in a bus in Israel traveling between cities and bored when we started it. I can’t remember who started it or why, but the lyrics have always stayed with me. I hope you like it.

To the tune of “Footloose” by Kenny Loggins

I’ve been toking
So long
I even thought up
This song
Eight hours, twenty minutes, and three seconds
For what
Oh tell me what I’m on

I’ve got a sick feeling
That money’s just holding me back
I know whose dealing
Cause they always hand me a sack

Of ludes
Quaaludes
We used to be Sunday dudes
Louise
You sleaze
Get up off of your knees
Jack
Cut back
Long on before you crack
Don’t loose
Your ludes
Cause everyone’s taking Quaaludes

We, at the Lemming House, in no way, shape, or form endorse the taking, using, selling, buying, or something else of drugs in any way way, shape or form. We believe there is a time and place for everything and drugs are only for people who really need them or who really like them and only to be used on days ending in the letter "y". Do not operate heavy machinery while under the influence. Most cars however, due to the use of fiberglass, do not fall under this category any longer, so drive with care and avoid those hallucinations. Real people can heal, but a hallucination can be damaged for life.

I sense a theme this week. Maybe I need to make a new category for this blog.