Song Parodies -> "Childerian Whack-sody"

Original Song Title:

"Bohemian Rhapsody"

^(MP3)

Original Performer:

"Childerian Whack-sody"

Parody Written by:

The Lyrics

Bout time one of yew Ammyrite fellers up and did one of them Bohemian Rhapsody pear'dy songs about me, Karl Childers ... mmm-hmm

This here tha' rill life?
Or this be fantasy?
Caught in a blade strike
No pertaters be serv't to me
That's whut i like; pertaters French fried .. fer me
I'm jes' a half wit; not taken seriously
Cuz I's a little shy, little slow
Called a retard by that Doyle
Anytime ye wants to
Ye can make some biskits … for me

Linda, jes' kilt that Doyle
Took a mo're blade to his head
Done too wacks an' now he's dead
Linda, he was plum meen drunk
And now I gone an' stove his head in two
Linda, din' wan' to see frank die
if I's not back in yer garaj agin' tomorra'
Carry on, carry on
Cause I's back at the nerve asylum

Too late, the thing is dun
Back to that life of mine; heer that perver' all the time
Goodby, li'l Franky, I's got to go
But firs' I needs to call tha' amb'lance*
Linda, mmmmm .. you done treat me kind
Sometimes I wisht I never et' yur biskits at all

I see a baster' homofober** of a man
What a brute, what a brute
Will you stop the Frank wrangle
Arguin' and fightin', spewing all yer spite at me
Fried potatoes, fried potatoes
Fried pertaters, love them so
That no good Doyle!

I'm jes' a half wit, Pappy don' love me
He's just a half wit, from the nervous hospital
Spare him his choice in that blood soaked last scene
Easy come, easy go, will you stop it Doyle
Karl Childers, NO! I will not stop it (Stop it Doyle)
Karl Childers, NO! I will not stop it (Stop it, Doyle)
Karl Childers, NO! I will not stop it (Stop it, Doyle)
Will not stop it Doyle (Stop it, Doyle)
Never stops it Doyle (Stop it Doyle)
Why not stop it Doyle
No, No, No, No, No, No
Oh Doyle Hargreaves, Doyle Hargreaves
Doyle Hargreaves, stop it Doyle
The CRACKER bum is the devil in disguise for me
For me, For ME!!

So you think you can dog me and make me afraid?
So you think I won' hit yew with this mo'er blade?
Oh Hargreaves, jes' let it go Hargreaves
Jes' cut it out, jes' stop it right here and now

Only one thing matters, that boy can breathe free
That's the thing that matters
Only thing that matters
To me ….

*An' also a herst', I reckon, cuz warn't no rill need for no amb'lance, cuz Doyle was plum dead, mmm hmm ........... **Thass whut they now call no-goods like Doyle who ain't got no use for fellers whut lie with other fellers

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KC - December 06, 2019 - Report this comment

Right cleaver, uh, clever, and funny.

Karl me Lennie - December 07, 2019 - Report this comment

^^^^I see'd whut yur a-doin' thair. Ye was a-pertendin' thet ye was mistakin clever with cleaver. But it warnt no mistake at.all, now were it? Fact of bizness, ye wuz a- makin' sport of the way I kilt that no-gud Doyle, mmm-hmmm.

KML - December 07, 2019 - Report this comment

Fact of bizness, even the sherif was a-makin sport of whut I done. He sez to me, "Dam Karl, for such a nice feller, ye shur have a 'nack fur killin folks, when will people lurn not to get on yur bad side. ..... I spose we'll hafta send ye back to the 'silum fer a spell. Whut we shood do is give ye a parade to honor ye. If ever a person desarved a good killin, it'd be this no good bastid

Chris Caillouet - December 07, 2019 - Report this comment

Yer killin' me here, Karl.

KML - December 08, 2019 - Report this comment

I don see no gud reason why I shood be a killin' yew, Chris. Aint yew the wun that were a-makin sport of that inglish talkin Geyeko lizzer'. I liked that. So why shood I be a-fixin' to kill ye ...... Besides, if i were really killing ye, yew woont be a-sayin' "Youre killing me Karl" like it were normal bizness. Youd be a- hollerin', "Watcha killin 'me fer! Whatcha killin' me fer!"

CC - December 08, 2019 - Report this comment

Valid points! Seriously though, this one really nails it (blades it?) for me -- laughed the whole way through the parody, and your in-character replies in the comments, hearing it in "your" voice. Spot-on! Thanks for your comments about my ode to the GL, both here and there.

KML - December 08, 2019 - Report this comment

CML thanks ye Chris, but sez that jes' now he caint break free of'n his oan cre-ayshun. (witch is me, I reckon) He also explaint' that yew wuz a-makin a joke, and thet "kill" in this here case means it's a-makin yew laff so hard it jes' 'bout busts yer gut …. Sumtime, he sez, a word got two meanings at the same time and they's a gittin all bollixed up in the same sentence, and then yur min' has to be a-makin' sense of it. And wen it do, it makes ye laff, I reckon

Porfle Popnecker - December 08, 2019 - Report this comment

That there parody lives inside of its own heart. That's an awful big place to live.

KML - December 09, 2019 - Report this comment

I wuz a-wonderin' when you was a-fixin' to show up, Porfill. I always liked the way yew make sport of the way I talk, mmm hmm. Cuz I knowed you was bein funny ha, ha and not funny mean. A fellar can see right away that you aint no-ways mean

That Boy, Frank - December 10, 2019 - Report this comment

Funny you should say that Porfle, because I got a pear-dy ryme that lives inside of MY own heart. It's about Karl and it goes lak this: Karl Childers took a blade, and swung it upside Jesse's haid … And when he saw what it could do, he swung it down on Doyle, too

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