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Song Parodies -> "The Blend"

Original Song Title:

"The End"

Original Performer:

The Doors

Parody Song Title:

"The Blend"

Parody Written by:

John A. Barry

The Lyrics

This is a blend, Beaujolais friend,
This is a blend, my Rhônely friend, a blend.
It's got a dash of Cab, the blend,
'cause Grenache can be drab, thus blend.
Some Gamay I surmise, the blend
That it is good is a surprise, amen.

Have a pitcher shared with me;
The vintner liberally
Pressed the skins and seeds
The winemaker's hand
Presages "it's grand!"

Lots of the Roman vintners stretch with grain
Alcohol. . .vinegar is gained.
Malt vinegar is more tame.
Tasting this gives you a pain.

There's grapes there, on the edge of town,
Beside the highway, baby.
Green leaves; in fall time, gold vines.
Let's go and taste-test, baby.

Wine from grapes, vines have grapes
With round shapes, those tasty grapes, baby.
The taste is strong, sometimes mild.
White is placed, I'm told, in the fridge--gets cold.

This press is the best,
I guess; let's ingest.
Well, cheers. . .puts hair on your chest.

The Blue Nun's appalling, hon,
The Blue Nun is galling, hon.
Dry, not; maple-syrup run.

The vintner was stoked for port, tawn-
y; he's a booze pawn.
He took a taste from the aging barrelry--
For him, "work"'s what this is called.
He went into a room and a Brix test did,
And then he. . .
Had a taste of Christian Brothers,
And it was. . .
Was hot--his tongue did scald.
And. . .
And he came to a door. . .and he went inside.
Father (yes, Dom*). . .the vault was filled, too. . .
Moët, the vaunted Frog cru.

C'mon, baby, taste a glass that's just
Comin' baby; taste what once was must.
C'mon baby, taste what won't disgust:
It's sweet, but not in manner of Blue bust;
I've got no Blue lust,
So no "blew" gust.
We won't puke our guts;
You won't "blue" cuss.

Champagne, yeah!

Swill, swill, swill, swill, swill, swill, swill.

Tipple the blend, Burgundy friend,
Tipple the blend, my Rhônely friend, the blend.

It's worth ingesting neat;
Won't you have a swallow, sweets?
A blend that's tannic, with soft side;
It's blended right by guys with pride.

Bliss sip: the blend.

*Dom Perignon, Benedictine monk who allegedly discovered the méthode champenoise; a brand of Moët et Chandon

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alvin - January 22, 2008 - Report this comment
"father...the vault was filled too" !

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