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Song Parodies -> "When I'm Eighty-four"
Original Song Title:
"When I'm Sixty-four"
Original Performer:
Beatles
Parody Song Title:
"When I'm Eighty-four"
Parody Written by:
Frosty the no-man
The Lyrics
As many of us are living longer than when this song was written, we should have an update
Man, I get colder walking ‘round bare
Volunteers feed chow
Then I spill unending pee, an aging sign
Burp while eating, dawdle in slime
Scream and I shout and snort in my tea
Stood and gawked and swore
Odor precedes me, will you force feed me
When I’m 84
I’ll be soiled with poo
And what I say is slurred
I misplaced my shoe
I can be randy out of the blue
When it’s night or dawn
I can slip, a header, I am petrified
Some shout warnings were specified
Joints, they will harden, going to seed
Each new task, abhor
Odor precedes me, will you force feed me
When I’m 84
Feigning slumber, I am bent in frottage
Using guile to bite on your derriere
I cannot behave
Bland chicken’s all I eat
Pureed guck I crave
Blending a moist chard, topping with brine
Plate of loin I chew
Fornicate with icing in latrine, I bray
Drawers are barely laced as I play
Brain has been scanned and went out the door
Gone forever more
Odor precedes me, will you force feed me
When I’m 84
Volunteers feed chow
Then I spill unending pee, an aging sign
Burp while eating, dawdle in slime
Scream and I shout and snort in my tea
Stood and gawked and swore
Odor precedes me, will you force feed me
When I’m 84
I’ll be soiled with poo
And what I say is slurred
I misplaced my shoe
I can be randy out of the blue
When it’s night or dawn
I can slip, a header, I am petrified
Some shout warnings were specified
Joints, they will harden, going to seed
Each new task, abhor
Odor precedes me, will you force feed me
When I’m 84
Feigning slumber, I am bent in frottage
Using guile to bite on your derriere
I cannot behave
Bland chicken’s all I eat
Pureed guck I crave
Blending a moist chard, topping with brine
Plate of loin I chew
Fornicate with icing in latrine, I bray
Drawers are barely laced as I play
Brain has been scanned and went out the door
Gone forever more
Odor precedes me, will you force feed me
When I’m 84
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Expertly conceived, beautifully lexicuted!
Who is this no man? He is not Nowhere Man, he sure is Something. John Barry-level writing here.
Oh damn, do we have to go see Grandpa?
Nice. Putting this one on my nursing home set list. See you there, buddy!
would you like me to bring you a clean cup of tea so you don't have to move down?
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