Making fun of music, one song at a time. Since the year 2000.
Check out the two amIright misheard lyrics books including one book devoted to misheard lyrics of the 1980s.
Song Parodies -> "Polls, Scram"
Original Song Title:
"Old Man"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Neil Young
Parody Song Title:
"Polls, Scram"
Parody Written by:
John A. Barry
The Lyrics
Polls, scram, out of our life—
polls are not a truth surge.
Polls, scram, this ain’t real life. . .
need to get a truth urge.
Poll, scram, this ain’t real life. . .
twenty-four-seven noisy bore.
Endless drone assails ears and eyes,
trolling crew for views.
Such crocks, so much schlock,
useless things,
number ’round tossed,
naught but noise
and aural dross. . .
polling ho’s askew.
Polls, scram, get on out of our life;
they are not the truth.
Pay no mind, folks running to the booth.
So just avert your eyes
and instead be couth.
Lulling lies about both guys,
numbers bound to bring you down.
Shouldn’t mean that much to you;
they mean nothing to me.
It’s best to look past
those who poll and numbers cast.
Go and have a nice repast,
topped off with a brew.
Polls, scram; once your bullshit was rife—
they are not the truth.
Pay no mind, folks in the voting booth.
So just avert your eyes
and instead be couth.
Polls, scram out of our life—
you are like a tooth hurt.
Polls damned and bullshit rife,
nothing like a truth spurt.
polls are not a truth surge.
Polls, scram, this ain’t real life. . .
need to get a truth urge.
Poll, scram, this ain’t real life. . .
twenty-four-seven noisy bore.
Endless drone assails ears and eyes,
trolling crew for views.
Such crocks, so much schlock,
useless things,
number ’round tossed,
naught but noise
and aural dross. . .
polling ho’s askew.
Polls, scram, get on out of our life;
they are not the truth.
Pay no mind, folks running to the booth.
So just avert your eyes
and instead be couth.
Lulling lies about both guys,
numbers bound to bring you down.
Shouldn’t mean that much to you;
they mean nothing to me.
It’s best to look past
those who poll and numbers cast.
Go and have a nice repast,
topped off with a brew.
Polls, scram; once your bullshit was rife—
they are not the truth.
Pay no mind, folks in the voting booth.
So just avert your eyes
and instead be couth.
Polls, scram out of our life—
you are like a tooth hurt.
Polls damned and bullshit rife,
nothing like a truth spurt.
Your Vote & Comment Counts
The parody authors spend a lot of time writing parodies for the website and they appreciate feedback in the form of votes and comments. Please take some time to leave a comment below about this parody.
Place Your Vote |
Voting Results
| ||||||||||||||||||
Voting Breakdown
The following represent how many people voted for each category.
| Pacing | How Funny | Overall Rating | |||||||||
| 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||||||||
| 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||||||||
| 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||||||||
| 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | ||||||||
| 5 | 2 | 2 | 2 |
User Comments
Comments are subject to review, and can be removed by the administration of the site at any time and for any reason.
At last, a political parody thar puts truth where it belongs. You think the aural assaulr in America's bad? You should try Japan, where no handbilling of election material is allowed and there are no restrictions on street PA systems in daylight hours. Noise pollution is an alien concept here.
The author of the parody has authorized comments, and wants YOUR feedback.
Link To This Page
The address of this page is: http://www.amiright.com/parody/70s/neilyoung127.shtml For help, see the examples of how to link to this page.
This is view # 884
