Your parodies
Befuddle me
You can't explain your jokes at all.
And all the puns
And all the quips
Yet I don't want to laugh at all

My lines start rhyming
There's improved timing
Maybe it's best you leave spoofs to me
Depression's lifted
On this website
I give a final spoof:

When dorkiness turns to bright,
It's amiright,
It's amiright

A failing verse
It might be cursed
I can't explain jokes you can't quite get
You're trying lines that don't quite rhyme
They read your spoofs with such disdain

The gibes start gelling
Though spoofs ain't selling
That is, unless your name is "Weird Al"
Laughs are discovered,
Have you recovered
Parody writing chops?

[Chorus]
When dorkiness turns to bright,
It's amiright,
It's amiright
Just a riddle or jibe will make this right
It's not too late to write
It's amiright,
It's amiright.

Now I want my own site
It'd be better than being on "myspace" site
It's my fault when my rhyme
Is cheesier than a steaming pile of grime

All these spoofs locked inside
Now you're the first to read...

[Chorus]