A song - that we're happy to wrong,
Change of word - into something absurd,
Wicked tricks - with new clever lyr-ics.
That's "parodizing".
The hits - that we're smashing to bits,
All the news - that our songs will abuse,
Classic works - that we're treating like jerks.
It's not surprising.

The tunes that we goons - with our jokes have remade,
The rush as we crush - songs into marmalade.
I wish we all could get paid.
'Though it's great to be funny
We all could use extra money.

The fire - of some well-aimed satire,
Or the tweak - of some smug elite's beak,
And the jives - about our daily lives.
It's all this and more.
Who knows what's in store?
We're "parodizing"!



The nights - of those endless rewrites,
Plus the pain - matching words to each strain,
And the need - for somebody to read.
That's agonizing.
Delight - when it's up on the site.
You will smile - when they know it's your style.
All the glee - when you score five times three.
Self-aggrandizing?

Dismayed, you would trade - all your works for a buck,
But you know it's true - you do well for a shmuck.
So you thank heavens for Chuck,
For with his fine decorum
He's giving all us a forum.

You'll be - with T.T., J.A.B.,
And have fun - with the cool Airfarcewon,
In the game - with too many to name.
All hail amiright
'Cause here on this site
We're "parodizing"!