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Leave her Johnny

a sea shanty

 

 

becomes...

 

Beaver Woodie

 

I thought I said, this is no blat,
Beaver Woodie, beaver!
Tomorrow you will regret that,
and then wish to be no beaver.

Beaver Woodie, beaver
Oh beaver Woodie, beaver
When the tree is high
And the front teeth grow
And you find you are a beaver.

I hate to stay as this helpless axe.
Beaver Woodie, beaver.
But try to keep down the zest hacks,
Or you'll wish to be no beaver.

Beaver Woodie, beaver
Oh beaver Woodie, beaver
When the joy is great
And the front teeth grow
And you find you are a beaver.

But when pigs grunt in a full moon's shine.
Beaver, Woodie, beaver!
For they go mad and you ferine.
Then you wish to be a beaver.

Beaver Woodie, beaver
Oh beaver Woodie, beaver
When the moon is high
And the front teeth grow
And you find you are a beaver.

 

Notice: There's a welter of versions of this shanty. I picked this one because I need not even justify that if you just watch the video.

No, I don't think the AC version is any better. In fact, the singing is like you'd expect it from working sailors. Not fit for this purpose.

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Musical Suicide

by Todd Bryanton and Tom Ridgewell

 

 

becomes...

 

Musical Escape

 

No pal, stop!
I'm not a chump!
Don't do it, I know what you intuit
It's another assault.
No!
It is your own gross fault.
Theirs!
I'll leave you and your shenanigans behind... relinquishi-ing
Noo~!
Please, you might still find relief!
I don't believe.
I swear you'll feel no pain, feel no grief!
Hounds have teeth.
I promise you won't lack, you'll never starve!
Never struggled with that.
And I'll let you build boats and a wharf.
That is no good!
Please, play along, I swear I'll get us out!
You always talk about that, and then you put me in wasteland.
When it comes to jerks, you lie first.

You asked for it!
I will be back in my house, in the hurst.
Pal, stay here! Or they... will get horrid.
If I go, you'll have to deal with it.
You'll be all alone, as I am out here.
Don't risk it!
Goodbye!

Wait!
They... still want you!
The hounds ca...ah...
No!

Well, I warned you.
...
Say pal, are you smarter now?

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Maxwell's Silver Hammer

by The Beatles

 

 

becomes...

 

Maxwell's Dashing Manner

 

Wilson's quizzical,
Studies pseudophysical
Science in bagnio nsfw
Whole day all alone
With no success.

Oh oh oh oh

Maxwell magician,
Tricked the mortician,
Calls him on radio.
"Say pal, do you need
A thing only I

Kno-o-o-ow?"

But as soon as he's ready to go,
That mush comes from the door.

Prang! Prang!
Maxwell's dashing manner,
Hands craw up his pants.
Pang! Pang!
Maxwell's dashing manner,
Always gets what he wants.

Back in the old days,
Things went different ways,
Charlie was quite nice.
There to colourise
His life and his

Sho-o-o-ow

She asked Max to tell
Her why he wasn't well.
But he hid from her,
Secret rites for the night
He hadn't tried be-
fo-o-o-ore

Of course, something had to go wrong,
Why would I sing this song?

Prang! Prang!
Maxwell's dashing manner,
Hands shoot up the skies.
Pang! Pang!
Maxwell's dashing manner,
Never change and now he cries.

Ms. Wickerbottom
says "I must end devildom."
Maxwell sits a' throne,
Weaving crazy strategies.

Oh oh oh oh

Wes and all the bones
are seedy looking milestones,
read "No escape"
(T'is no escape)
Willhelma does not gape
and decides to

go-o-o-o

But as the key is turning the lock,
the last light she will see.

Prang! Prang!
Maxwell's dashing manner,
Hands craw up her skirt.
Pang! Pang!
Maxwell's dashing manner,
Promised it will hurt.
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Singing in the Rain

by Gene Kelly

 

 

becomes...

 

Burning in the Flame

 

Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du
du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-duuuu

I'm burning in the flame
Just burning in the flame
What a glorious fire
In happy acclaim

I'm laughing at stones
So cold down below
The sun is my heart
And I'm letting it grow

Let the smoke billows chase
Everyone in the race
To cross the forest
I've got a smile on my face

I walk down the kame
I'm too happy to blame
Just burning, burning in the flame

Dancing like a flame
(???)
In happy acclaim!

I'm burning and dancing in the flame.
 
:willowilson: 
 

 
This is the fourth time I post in a row, without any real feedback. And I'm fed up by this... well, rather, I'm starving for feedback. Please post just how bad I am and why!
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It's my Life

by Jon Bonjovi

 

 

becomes...

 

It's Wildlife

 

This ain't a place for the weak retavered

Potential prey won't be discarded

And I ain't gonna flee from a childish human

You're gonna fear my hate against your plague, man

 

It's wildlife, we hunt the hunter

You are gonna start to blunder

You have fun alone, while you're alive

We're wild life

 

Your heart is weak and fragile

We follow your feet all the while

You have fun alone, while you're alive

We're wild life

 

You had better learn to watch the ground

Like Wilton and Willa, before they went down

Just give us that meat for armistice's sake

Tomorrow we'll be more, giving you no break

 

It's wildlife, we hunt the hunter

You are gonna start to blunder

You have fun alone, while you're alive

We're wild life

 

Your heart is weak and fragile

We follow your feet all the while

You have fun alone, while you're alive

We're wild life

 

Better jump tall when we're comming to jab

You're soft, you're a wimp, just a dab

 

It's cave life, we hunt the hunter

You are gonna start to blunder

You have fun alone, while you're alive

We're cave life

 

Your heart is weak and fragile

We follow your feet all the while

You have fun alone, while you're alive

We're cave life

 

And we hunt the hunter

You are gonna start to blunder

You have fun alone, while you're alive

We're cave life

 

Your heart is weak and fragile

We follow your feet all the while

You have fun alone, while you're alive

Risk your life

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Knocking on Heaven's Door

by Bob Dylan

 

 

becomes...

 

Mocking that Krampus Boor

 

Maxwell take this durian off of me.

I can't eat it anymore.

I'm gonna kill all rabbits I see.

I feel like I'm mocking that Krampus boor.

 

|: Mock, mock, mockin' that Krampus boor :|

 

Maxwell put my axe on the ground.

It can't cut pigs anymore.

My long black hand is out of bound.

I feel like I'm mocking that Krampus boor.

 

|: Mock, mock, mockin' that Krampus boor :|

 

(EDIT: that's the whole song sorry)

 

Edited by Mobbstar
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