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Song Parodies -> "Sub Cro>Sapien Dome-Thick Blues"

Original Song Title:

"Subterranean Homesick Blues"

Original Performer:

Bob Dylan

Parody Song Title:

"Sub Cro>Sapien Dome-Thick Blues"

Parody Written by:

John A. Barry

The Lyrics

Jaw-Needs-Work's a caveman,
Precursor of Cro Magnon
Ain't got no pavement,
Much less a wheeled slow wagon
There's merde in a trenched moat
Ran out, drains slop
So bad that the rats drop
Cloudy days, the rains slop
Look out! Kid
Comes out of girl's mid-
section bend
Could it be this thing on men
Has something to do with family way?
Lookin' for neutered spend
When man doffs his coonskin wrap
Got a big yen
To get 'eleven inches thrilled
She's knocked up again

Many got clubfoot
Fire gives off rubbed soot
Huddling for heat, but
Face is warm; freeze butt
Pre-language phonemes bray
Many dangers wait at bay
And lust's cusped in early May
Organ sunk. . .son on way
Look out! Kid
Comes out of the girl's mid-
section; big tit goes
Under kid's nose
Pretty soon the raw feed flows
Ready is Jaw-Needs with his hose
"Go take a doze,"
And don your 'clothes'!"
Spews moaned screams to lecher man--
In throat tones of pidgin prose.

Get sick, get well
Shaggy shaman casts spell
One fell; a death knell
They put him in a growing tell*
Life's hard, get tarred
In pits, if fail
To whale on, nail
Saber Tooth with slashing tail
Look out, kid,
You're gonna get ripped
By human-eaters
Keep exhumin'
Rocks to use as beaters
Churl's fingers swirl gruel
Lookin' for a new tool
Use hollowed femurs
Watch for barkin' creatures

Mooore brats born, teats worn
No pants shows lance, seek romance
Undress, caress
Tykes to feed--a suck fest
Teats squirt—eats, kids; dry tits
Mopes, squeals, gropes, fits
Twenty hours of pulin',
Pukin'; she grunts, "Losin' my wits!"
Look out! Kid
Emerges from mid-
section. No sim'lar man hole
Instead, they got handles
Nocturnally they're glum
Can't see; en'mies come
Must get to work. . .
Invent candles, wheels, and sandals

*ancient mound composed of remains of successive settlements

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Pacing: 5.0
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Overall Rating: 5.0

Total Votes: 5

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Agrimorfee - September 22, 2006 - Report this comment
The Leakeys (and Stanley Kubrick--see 2001: A Space Odyssey) bow to your anthropological feat!
alvin rhodes - September 22, 2006 - Report this comment
HAHAHAHAHA...prehysterical !
TJC - September 22, 2006 - Report this comment
I'm with Agrimorfee... phantastic phrasing..."Pre-language phonemes bray" my fav line.... you 'da man-chine!
PMS - September 22, 2006 - Report this comment
LOL funny
John Barry - September 22, 2006 - Report this comment
Thanks, Agrimorfee, Alvin, TJC, PMS!
Ann - September 23, 2006 - Report this comment
it's good. I am so Dylan dazed. I think I better go to bed and hope I dont get stoned.
Red Ant - September 23, 2006 - Report this comment
Whoa! Unless I'm reading it funky, I think you missed the "Don't wear sandals/try to avoid the scandals" lines. Still 5s.

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