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Song Parodies -> "Let Me Stuff You"
Original Song Title:
"Let Me Love You"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Mario
Parody Song Title:
"Let Me Stuff You"
Parody Written by:
Nib Oswald
The Lyrics
Sung by Mummio, as a Happy Mummy's Day to his late wife.
Embalmmmed... embalmmmed... dead... embalmmmed...
Dead, dead, dead.
Embalmmmed... dead... embalmmmed... dead, dead.
Late-ly your corpse looks deadened.
Don't you wanna be preserved?
Your frozen skeleton's blue, your face looking inert.
All bones and rigor mortis.
Be showcased, mummified.
Up on the wall, you'll fill the lounge with style.
Formal, de hide!
Stiff as carrion! (Lazy, too.)
Get your body out! (From your tomb.)
By some stuffing foam! (Pack you full.)
Stand you upright, plug in some lights!
Mortified yet charming. (Preserved remains.)
Wistfully smiling. (Jammed full of grains.)
Lady Cadaver, I just want to show your corpse off...
You should let me stuff you!
Let me keep ya snuffed, boo.
Have your effigy close, constantly.
Making good busts is expensive.
'Late' aint that offensive.
Oh, the feng shui would be so groo-vy.
Baby, you should let me stuff you!
Stuff you... stuff you... posed...
Stiffens,
Your dead body's position on the wall looks superb.
You've expired, but why should dyin' lessen your fame?
I'll freeze your corpse for decor.
Cadaver will glow with drop-dead flair.
You'll be dead and enclosed.
Lest you give up the ghost, rot in a hole, then decompose!
Stiff as carrion! (Rangy, too.)
Get your body out! (Mop the room.)
By some stuffing foam! (Sack, or two?)
Stand you upright, plug in some lights!
Mortified yet charming. (Your nerves still twang.)
Wistfully smiling. (Breath's fully rank.)
Lady Cadaver, I just want to show your corpse off...
You should let me stuff you!
Sit you in the lounge room!
Buff your leathery skin to match the seats.
Graves 'n' boneyards are depressin'.
'Trophy' wives are dashin'.
Over doorway: your morose marquee.
Lady, don't be buried-
Taxidermed furniture. (Like your taxidermed statue.)
You're a neat cadaver here. (Wasted!)
I'll be with you for forever, girl. Yeah.
...So can I nail up your corpse?
You should let me stuff you!
Every Sunday, dust you.
In the living room, you'd look quite neat.
Try out corpse mummification,
Be my decoration!
Billy the Bass loves to pose with thee.
Lady, you should let me stuff you!
Stuff you... stuff you... posed...
You should let me stuff you!
Let me keep ya snuffed, boo.
Have your effigy close, constantly.
Making good busts is expensive.
'Late' aint that offensive.
Oh, the feng shui would be so groo-vy.
Baby, you should let me stuff you!
Stuff you... stuff you... posed...
You should let me stuff you!
Sit you in the lounge room.
Buff your leathery skin to match the seats.
Graves 'n' boneyards are depressin'.
'Trophy' wives are dashin'.
Over the drapes: your morose marquee.
Lady, don't be buried...
Let me stuff you,
Adorn the ensuite, baby!
Dead, dead, dead.
Embalmmmed... dead... embalmmmed... dead, dead.
Late-ly your corpse looks deadened.
Don't you wanna be preserved?
Your frozen skeleton's blue, your face looking inert.
All bones and rigor mortis.
Be showcased, mummified.
Up on the wall, you'll fill the lounge with style.
Formal, de hide!
Stiff as carrion! (Lazy, too.)
Get your body out! (From your tomb.)
By some stuffing foam! (Pack you full.)
Stand you upright, plug in some lights!
Mortified yet charming. (Preserved remains.)
Wistfully smiling. (Jammed full of grains.)
Lady Cadaver, I just want to show your corpse off...
You should let me stuff you!
Let me keep ya snuffed, boo.
Have your effigy close, constantly.
Making good busts is expensive.
'Late' aint that offensive.
Oh, the feng shui would be so groo-vy.
Baby, you should let me stuff you!
Stuff you... stuff you... posed...
Stiffens,
Your dead body's position on the wall looks superb.
You've expired, but why should dyin' lessen your fame?
I'll freeze your corpse for decor.
Cadaver will glow with drop-dead flair.
You'll be dead and enclosed.
Lest you give up the ghost, rot in a hole, then decompose!
Stiff as carrion! (Rangy, too.)
Get your body out! (Mop the room.)
By some stuffing foam! (Sack, or two?)
Stand you upright, plug in some lights!
Mortified yet charming. (Your nerves still twang.)
Wistfully smiling. (Breath's fully rank.)
Lady Cadaver, I just want to show your corpse off...
You should let me stuff you!
Sit you in the lounge room!
Buff your leathery skin to match the seats.
Graves 'n' boneyards are depressin'.
'Trophy' wives are dashin'.
Over doorway: your morose marquee.
Lady, don't be buried-
Taxidermed furniture. (Like your taxidermed statue.)
You're a neat cadaver here. (Wasted!)
I'll be with you for forever, girl. Yeah.
...So can I nail up your corpse?
You should let me stuff you!
Every Sunday, dust you.
In the living room, you'd look quite neat.
Try out corpse mummification,
Be my decoration!
Billy the Bass loves to pose with thee.
Lady, you should let me stuff you!
Stuff you... stuff you... posed...
You should let me stuff you!
Let me keep ya snuffed, boo.
Have your effigy close, constantly.
Making good busts is expensive.
'Late' aint that offensive.
Oh, the feng shui would be so groo-vy.
Baby, you should let me stuff you!
Stuff you... stuff you... posed...
You should let me stuff you!
Sit you in the lounge room.
Buff your leathery skin to match the seats.
Graves 'n' boneyards are depressin'.
'Trophy' wives are dashin'.
Over the drapes: your morose marquee.
Lady, don't be buried...
Let me stuff you,
Adorn the ensuite, baby!
And you thought Walt Disney's cryogenically-frozen carcass was fine decor.
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This is really classy stuff, Luke. You may very well have outdone yourself. 555
As much as Mario makes me want to barf up a lung, I gotta give you two big thumbs up for this, Master Luke. 555
Thanks Dumb Ass Kid and Kristof! Say hi to yer mums for me!
Sublimated Oedipal necrophilia. Twisted enough for fives.
...exactly, but without the Oedipal. I just realised as I was submitting it that the name 'Mummio' coincided with it being Mother's Day, so lamely tried to make it a dedication to a wife that is also a mother, which just made it even more twisted.
Very funny, made me laugh
Always out to serve the Philzos of the world.
(ABC) What Johnny D said.
(ABC) Wowzers, another example of DKTOSBITRVW (dont know the original song but it reads very well...) As always, I admire your ability to not repeat choruses too often.
(ABC) Ditto on the "DKTOSBITRVW". Great image! ( kinda eww, though)
(ABC05) The taxidermists' song!
(L) Ooooooooooookay.
(L) Lady Cadaver, formal de hide, your cleverness is in full swing here, Luke - but who's Billy The Bass?
^Thanks JDy, Aggy, Adaggy, Reddy, Scathey and Stewie. You don't know Billy the Bass? He was the Crazy Frog of 2001-2002 Christmas times... this lamebass robotic fish mounted on your wall that would sing Elvis songs and 'dance' in the process. Bassturd.
ABC-- This is good STUFF, Luke. Of CORPSE it looks like I have some STIFF competition. Okay these lame jokes are DYING. Aaah stop me..
(ABC05) Lots of great lines here...555
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