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Song Parodies -> "Paradise at Addison & Clark"
Original Song Title:
"Paradise By the Dashboard Light"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Meat Loaf
Parody Song Title:
"Paradise at Addison & Clark"
Parody Written by:
Michael Pacholek
The Lyrics
Back in 1969, the Chicago Cubs were in a big Pennant race, and a guy took his eight-year-old son to one of their games at Wrigley Field, at Clark & Addison Streets on the North Side. The Cubs did not win it that year. In fact, they haven't won a Pennant since 1945, or a World Series since Roosevelt was President. Theodore. 1908. I wonder, is infecting your kid with Cub fandom child abuse? Or is this the year they finally... Yes, I know, Harry Caray wasn't with the Cubs yet, but he's the guy who said "Holy Cow!" in the National League while Phil Rizzuto was saying it in the American League. It's called "poetic license."
Son: Well I remember when my dad first took me out of school up to Wrigley Field.
Every little thing like it happened only yesterday.
And I'd never had a day lookin' any better than that one.
And all the guys at school, they were wishing they were me that day.
And now the fans are jammed, so close and tight.
It never felt so good, it never felt so right.
And we're glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Though it's cold and lonely on a night so dark
next day there's paradise at Addison & Clark.
Ain't no doubt about it, I was filled with joy
but I was impressionable as an eight-year-old boy.
Ain't no doubt about it, me and Dad had to shout it.
Ain't no doubt about it, I was filled with joy
but I was so impressionable as an eight-year-old boy.
Daddy, don't you hear my heart, it's got me drowning out the radio.
I've been waiting so long for you to take me here and have some fun.
And I've gotta let you know, this will be the year we win it.
So I'll open my eyes and get a big surprise.
It's gonna feel all right when Ernie Banks hits out a long home run!
And now the fans are jammed, so close and tight.
It never felt so good, it never felt so right.
And we're glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Though it's cold and lonely on a night so dark
next day there's paradise at Addison & Clark.
Though it's cold and lonely on a night so dark...Ohhhh...
Paradise at Addison & Clark!
You gotta do what you can, it's a feeling you can never destroy.
Ain't no doubt about it, I was filled with joy.
But I was so impressionable as an eight-year-old
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
Harry Caray: OK, here we go, this is it! Cubs and Cards, two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth! There it is, a line shot up the middle! Look at him go! This boy can really fly! He's rounding first, and really turning it on now! He's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second! The ball is bobbled out in center, and here's the throw, and what a throw! He slides in head-first, he's out! No, wait! Safe! Safe at second base! This guy really makes things happen out there! Batter steps up to the plate. Here's the pitch, and he's going! He's gonna try for third! Here's the throw! It's in the dirt! Safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! Oh, for the long one here, as the winning run leads off third base. Here's the pitch, and he's going! The suicide squeeze is on! Here's the play at the plate! He might be! He could be! He is! Safe! Safe! Cubs win! Cubs win! Holy cow, the Good Lord wants the Cubbies to win!
(Dad isn't thinking of the great game he's just seen. He's thinking of the ridiculous price of three dollars for a ticket to a Cubs game in 1969, plus he's gotta pay 75 cents for a hot dog? And five bucks to park his car?)
Dad: Stop right there! I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
(The Son's not sure why Dad can't focus on this great game, or why he's putting this great burden on him. Children? Wife? A wife who roots for the crosstown White Sox? He's only eight!)
Son: Lemme sleep on it. Daddy, Daddy, let me sleep on it.
Lemme sleep on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning.
Lemme sleep on it. Daddy, Daddy, let me sleep on it.
Lemme sleep on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning.
Lemme sleep on it. Daddy, Daddy, let me sleep on it.
Lemme sleep on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning.
Dad: I gotta know right now!
Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
What's it gonna be, boy? I can't spend this much money on a regular basis. What's it gonna be, boy, yes or no? Are you gonna commit to the Cubs, boy? Yes? Or? No?
Son: Aw, lemme sleep on it! Daddy, Daddy, lemme sleep on it!
Lemme sleep on it! I'll give you an answer in the morning!
Dad: I gotta know right now!
(Son and Dad are now singing simultaneously)
Son: Lemme sleep on it! Daddy, Daddy, lemme sleep on it!
Lemme sleep on it! I'll give you an answer in the morning, in the morning, I'll tell you in the morning!
Dad: Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
Son: Lemme sleep on it!
Dad: Do you love the Cubbies?
Son: Lemme sleep on it!
Dad: Will you love them forever?
Son: I couldn't take it any longer! Lord, I was crazed
and the feeling came upon me like a tidal wave.
To keep on going to these ballgames 'til I reach my grave
I became a Cub fan for all time!
I swore I'd love the Cubbies 'til the end of time!
So now I'm praying for the end of time to hurry up and arrive!
'Cause I can't spend another season with a team
that ain't won the Pennant since '45!
I'll never break my promise or switch to the Sox!
But that eight-year-old kid had a head full of rocks!
And I'm praying for the end of time, 'cause I'm oh-so-sick of these flubs!
I'm praying for the end of time so I can end my time with the Cubs!
Son: It was long ago and far away, and so much better than it is today!
(repeat 'til fade)
Dad: Never felt so good, never felt so fine, glowing in the summer of '69!
(repeat 'til fade)
Every little thing like it happened only yesterday.
And I'd never had a day lookin' any better than that one.
And all the guys at school, they were wishing they were me that day.
And now the fans are jammed, so close and tight.
It never felt so good, it never felt so right.
And we're glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Though it's cold and lonely on a night so dark
next day there's paradise at Addison & Clark.
Ain't no doubt about it, I was filled with joy
but I was impressionable as an eight-year-old boy.
Ain't no doubt about it, me and Dad had to shout it.
Ain't no doubt about it, I was filled with joy
but I was so impressionable as an eight-year-old boy.
Daddy, don't you hear my heart, it's got me drowning out the radio.
I've been waiting so long for you to take me here and have some fun.
And I've gotta let you know, this will be the year we win it.
So I'll open my eyes and get a big surprise.
It's gonna feel all right when Ernie Banks hits out a long home run!
And now the fans are jammed, so close and tight.
It never felt so good, it never felt so right.
And we're glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Glowing like the fireball up in the sky.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Well come on, don't ask why.
Though it's cold and lonely on a night so dark
next day there's paradise at Addison & Clark.
Though it's cold and lonely on a night so dark...Ohhhh...
Paradise at Addison & Clark!
You gotta do what you can, it's a feeling you can never destroy.
Ain't no doubt about it, I was filled with joy.
But I was so impressionable as an eight-year-old
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
We're gonna go all the way this year, the Cubs are goin' all the way this year!
Harry Caray: OK, here we go, this is it! Cubs and Cards, two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth! There it is, a line shot up the middle! Look at him go! This boy can really fly! He's rounding first, and really turning it on now! He's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second! The ball is bobbled out in center, and here's the throw, and what a throw! He slides in head-first, he's out! No, wait! Safe! Safe at second base! This guy really makes things happen out there! Batter steps up to the plate. Here's the pitch, and he's going! He's gonna try for third! Here's the throw! It's in the dirt! Safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! Oh, for the long one here, as the winning run leads off third base. Here's the pitch, and he's going! The suicide squeeze is on! Here's the play at the plate! He might be! He could be! He is! Safe! Safe! Cubs win! Cubs win! Holy cow, the Good Lord wants the Cubbies to win!
(Dad isn't thinking of the great game he's just seen. He's thinking of the ridiculous price of three dollars for a ticket to a Cubs game in 1969, plus he's gotta pay 75 cents for a hot dog? And five bucks to park his car?)
Dad: Stop right there! I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
(The Son's not sure why Dad can't focus on this great game, or why he's putting this great burden on him. Children? Wife? A wife who roots for the crosstown White Sox? He's only eight!)
Son: Lemme sleep on it. Daddy, Daddy, let me sleep on it.
Lemme sleep on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning.
Lemme sleep on it. Daddy, Daddy, let me sleep on it.
Lemme sleep on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning.
Lemme sleep on it. Daddy, Daddy, let me sleep on it.
Lemme sleep on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning.
Dad: I gotta know right now!
Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
What's it gonna be, boy? I can't spend this much money on a regular basis. What's it gonna be, boy, yes or no? Are you gonna commit to the Cubs, boy? Yes? Or? No?
Son: Aw, lemme sleep on it! Daddy, Daddy, lemme sleep on it!
Lemme sleep on it! I'll give you an answer in the morning!
Dad: I gotta know right now!
(Son and Dad are now singing simultaneously)
Son: Lemme sleep on it! Daddy, Daddy, lemme sleep on it!
Lemme sleep on it! I'll give you an answer in the morning, in the morning, I'll tell you in the morning!
Dad: Do you need them? Will you never leave them?
Will you root for the Cubbies for the rest of your life?
Will you teach your children and convert your wife?
I gotta know right now, before we go to any more games:
Do you love the Cubs? Will you love them forever?
Son: Lemme sleep on it!
Dad: Do you love the Cubbies?
Son: Lemme sleep on it!
Dad: Will you love them forever?
Son: I couldn't take it any longer! Lord, I was crazed
and the feeling came upon me like a tidal wave.
To keep on going to these ballgames 'til I reach my grave
I became a Cub fan for all time!
I swore I'd love the Cubbies 'til the end of time!
So now I'm praying for the end of time to hurry up and arrive!
'Cause I can't spend another season with a team
that ain't won the Pennant since '45!
I'll never break my promise or switch to the Sox!
But that eight-year-old kid had a head full of rocks!
And I'm praying for the end of time, 'cause I'm oh-so-sick of these flubs!
I'm praying for the end of time so I can end my time with the Cubs!
Son: It was long ago and far away, and so much better than it is today!
(repeat 'til fade)
Dad: Never felt so good, never felt so fine, glowing in the summer of '69!
(repeat 'til fade)
Can the current Cub players break the jinx? Kerry Wood...if he could.
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I think the Cubs can finally do it this year. i lived in Chicago for 11 years and have never liked the Cincinnati Reds since. Speaking of Harry Caray, I miss him dearly. We went to his restaurant on Dearborn and Kinzie and bumped inot him. He proceeded to kiss my wife on the cheek.
Aggie from Chicago gives all 555--local radio had a TON of parodies on the subject of the Cubs this year, but you hit a home run! LOL :)
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