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Song Parodies -> "Chloroquine"

Original Song Title:


Original Performer:

Velvet Underground

Parody Song Title:


Parody Written by:

John A. Barry

The Lyrics

We can see where this is going:
we’re looking at another money-making scam
for this horrible, criminal fam’.
Experts protest, but it’s all in vain.
More manifestations of “insane.”
What has started is a run
on a drug that’s needed by some,
but plundered by pilfering gross
crooks, with heads up where no light goes.
They are making decisions
based on the belief in medical lies
from one who less than nothing knows—
’cause there’s naught but rug above his neck.
Those who need the drug might face death,
because thieves steal their supplies.
They are believers in unreal talk
that’s doled out…mendacious schlock
from someone who nothing knows
in a family of ho’s.
And how it seems like much more than four years ago
when it really started, the disease,
with election that was rigged.
Then a new disease was begat
and exploited by the rat,
devoid of any pity,
a scam with a coterie
plotting evil in DC town,
where he is not the only clown.
In the end, he’s nothing but a ho’
pimping for his investments in chlo’.
Chloroquine will make him money.
Whore o' quine: he spreads lies, cause the prize
isn’t saving lives; gain is his aim.
He couldn’t care less if some dead
result from the bullsh*t he said.
Once the lies had started to flow,
a run then started on the stores
by the thieves all ready to chow down
on this drug, based on the lies that he propounded.
Like all his bullsh*t, this shtik is not in facts founded.
We watch the dead bodies pile up in mounds.
All he cares about: making dough.
That’s what you get when you got a whore
who pimps for Chloroquine—that ain’t good:
The people who need that med
might very possibly end up dead.
To them, pimping it out is not fair.
That’s what happens when a ho’
gives a sh*t about naught but dough.

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Pacing: 1.9
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Thunderhawk - April 16, 2020 - Report this comment
Best one today, JAB.
JAB - April 16, 2020 - Report this comment
Thanks, TH!
Michael Pacholek - April 16, 2020 - Report this comment
Then there's the other well-remembered drug song from that album... I'm waiting for my man. Health insurance card in my hand. Up to Madison, 1-2-3, feel sick and dirty, can the doctor cure me? There actually is a hospital at 123rd Street and Madison Avenue, and I was a patient there a few times.
Agrimorfee - April 17, 2020 - Report this comment
You made Lou sound like Bob. Nice.
No Ways Tired Of Winning - April 20, 2020 - Report this comment
You leftard lunatics are so delusional you'd rather kill yourselves than admit Trump was right about anything, wouldn't you? For the record, Trump also thinks "bug-chasing" is a terrible idea, is opposed to licking toilet seats, and definitely does NOT recommend taking strychnine as a cure for COVID-19.

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