I tried and failed to conceive
A parody you would receive
If only I was the one
To make these old songs so much more fun

I tried, but grew so pale
And let loose my muse's veil
Saw my inspiration abate
Quoting lines to fill the empty space

Like my mind recedes from dry lectures
The words were stuck no matter how much I abjured
I have failed to make some beauty here
Everytime I look I'm moved to tears

CHORUS:
Words are scribed with the wrong sound
Like nutmeg mental cogs are ground
I take now my thirteenth break
I tried my best, and I am sure it's not too late

I stare blankly outside
For some creative rise
I have questioned all that is
And have realized, the impossibility of this

Like a book that's far too long
I hummed a snatch of forgotten song
But the end comes far to late
Ghosts of english proffs retalliate

Like my mind recedes from dry lectures
The words were stuck no matter how much I abjured
I have failed to make some beauty here
Everytime I look I'm moved to tears.

CHORUS

One last time I would rehash
The moment that sparked my dash
To create a perfect match
For the sarastic mood I had hatched

I don't think parody is learned
This sort of wisdom must be earned
Weird Al does it so nice,
Truly he's a man and we are mice.

Like my mind recedes from dry lectures
The words were stuck no matter how much I abjured
I have failed to make some beauty here,
Everytime I look I'm moved to tears.

(CHORUS x2)