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Song Parodies -> "Dinner"
Original Song Title:
"Thriller"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Michael Jackson
Parody Song Title:
"Dinner"
Parody Written by:
MysteryGoat
The Lyrics
From The Album "Something Goats Can Dance To"
It's close to seven
And I just downed a jar of pickle juice
I'm getting hungry
That large pizza at six didn't make it far
My stomach growls
My blood sugar is low think I just fainted
Hurry and cook
I'm gonna snack on this here liquorish
Oh please not fish
Now it is dinner, dinner time
And don't skip on the butter better salt the other side
You know it's dinner, dinner time
You're moving really slow making my inner, dinner tonight
I smell it burning
And know something is wrong it's in my heart
Potato's hard still
The sour cream is tasting extra tart
You burnt the rolls
I hope that this is just some dirty joke
I fantasize
But now I feel like going out instead
The moment is dead
Now it is dinner, dinner time
There ain't no second chances burning sweet potato pie
You know it's dinner, dinner time
You're moving really slow remaking inner, dinner tonight
True friends are calling and start sending over their leftovers
My fridge is filled up with half eaten casseroles tonight
(open wide)
I'm gonna learn how to cook
Let's do it right now
There's reasons why there's settings on the stove
It's been a day now
And all I've had to eat are thirty pies
The time of truth
Is here let's see if I can keep from gagging
Completely raw
And why are there bones in the Spanish rice
They're cold as ice
Such a bad dinner, dinner time
You tried to bake a cake amazing fido is still alive
Dinner, dinner time, just back up from the stove and leave the
Inner, skinner, winner, dinner here to me
You call this dinner, dinner time
The neighbors heard the screaming I don't want to know what's in the pie
Dinner, dinner time
Just back up from the stove and leave the inner, dinner
Batch of biscuits almost risen
Soon they'll leave their heated prison
I spread thick strawberry jelly
In the mouth and to the belly
I dip in the yoke of an egg
The succulent syrup drips down my leg
The flaky crust, deliciously warm
Inside my mouth, a flavor storm
The smell of biscuits in the air
What took of only fifteen minutes
I eat them at both day and night
Heaven whispers with every bite
You call me crazy if you want
But I am the real winner
Call me all your desires but
Don't call me late for dinner
And I just downed a jar of pickle juice
I'm getting hungry
That large pizza at six didn't make it far
My stomach growls
My blood sugar is low think I just fainted
Hurry and cook
I'm gonna snack on this here liquorish
Oh please not fish
Now it is dinner, dinner time
And don't skip on the butter better salt the other side
You know it's dinner, dinner time
You're moving really slow making my inner, dinner tonight
I smell it burning
And know something is wrong it's in my heart
Potato's hard still
The sour cream is tasting extra tart
You burnt the rolls
I hope that this is just some dirty joke
I fantasize
But now I feel like going out instead
The moment is dead
Now it is dinner, dinner time
There ain't no second chances burning sweet potato pie
You know it's dinner, dinner time
You're moving really slow remaking inner, dinner tonight
True friends are calling and start sending over their leftovers
My fridge is filled up with half eaten casseroles tonight
(open wide)
I'm gonna learn how to cook
Let's do it right now
There's reasons why there's settings on the stove
It's been a day now
And all I've had to eat are thirty pies
The time of truth
Is here let's see if I can keep from gagging
Completely raw
And why are there bones in the Spanish rice
They're cold as ice
Such a bad dinner, dinner time
You tried to bake a cake amazing fido is still alive
Dinner, dinner time, just back up from the stove and leave the
Inner, skinner, winner, dinner here to me
You call this dinner, dinner time
The neighbors heard the screaming I don't want to know what's in the pie
Dinner, dinner time
Just back up from the stove and leave the inner, dinner
Batch of biscuits almost risen
Soon they'll leave their heated prison
I spread thick strawberry jelly
In the mouth and to the belly
I dip in the yoke of an egg
The succulent syrup drips down my leg
The flaky crust, deliciously warm
Inside my mouth, a flavor storm
The smell of biscuits in the air
What took of only fifteen minutes
I eat them at both day and night
Heaven whispers with every bite
You call me crazy if you want
But I am the real winner
Call me all your desires but
Don't call me late for dinner
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I came so close to giving you a 5 overall, but truth be told I enjoyed the choruses a LOT more than the verses, the only exception being the last verse. I almost lost interest after reading the first verse, but the chorus kept me hungry for more 444
(ABC 2005) Really cute! 5's
(ABC05) Funny, but wildly uneven. The first part seems to be the usual overeating concept we all know and love, but then turns into a bad cooking story...then ends with a fantastic bit of poetry involving biscuits that made me hungry! It;s like three songs in one, IMHO. Sometimes that's a good thing.
(ABC 2005) Maybe not three songs in one, but three courses.
Evolution at its finest. Thanks for the votes.
(ABC-D) Reminds me of the bulemic waitress who always asks her diners if they are ready to disorder now. This was an interesting parody. Well done.
D: Bones in the Spanish rice... I love that line!
(ABC) Nice parody with a great (albeit corny) last line. Good job!
( SOTM ) DRTOS well enough to vote but funny.
(ABC) Clever closing quatrain!
(ABC) nice take on the OS, MG - would make a good video
(SOTM) Already voted and commented (444)
Great choruses and last verse.
(ABC) Very funny :-)
(ABC-D) I loved the fido line.
:-)
ABC--Nice job!
(SOTM) Cheeky to throw this on right after the 'D' round. See above comments.
(SOTM) See above.
(SOTM) still good.
(SOTM) Good job! 555
SOTM....555....and just loved the last line
SOTM: First stanza sounded like my wife's diet while she was pregnant!
(SOTM) See above comments.
SOTM--too bad you spoiled my appetite with the pickle juice bit...; ) Nice work!
(SOTM) See above!
See above. Now pass the salt, please.
(SOTM) What Agrimorfee said. :-)
(SOTM) Comment above.
(SOTM) See above!
This made succulent syrup drip down my leg. Love the Fido line.
(SOTM) - very clever MG - especially the last Vincent Price bit - but if your Fido's like my wife's Fido, no bad cake's gonna get rid of him (I know, I've tried)
(SOTM) I think I'd like to purchase the album "Something Goats Can Dance To"...;-) Great stuff!
Tasty
Good eats, Mr. Goat. For some strange reason, it feels like Halloween again.
(SOTM) Late comment due to Firefox and lack of sleep (I guess).. one of the best food related ones I've read.
t4
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