TOMMY:
Dear kindly Mr. Chucky
You gotta understand
Our parodies are plucky
They're gonna bet us banned
Our fathers all got lucky
They got our mothers drunk
Golly, Moses, natcherly we're sunk!
TOMMY AND VETS:
Gee, Webmaster Chucky, we're very upset
'Cause Angelina Jolie hasn't hit on us yet
We ain't pornographic,
We're misunderstood
We'd write politely if we could
TOMMY:
If we could!
ALL:
If we could, then we would,
And we know we should!
We would write politely if we could!
PHIL-A: (Spoken)
That's a little bit hoary. [1]
TOMMY: (Spoken)
Lemme post it on the web!
PHIL-A:
Just tell it to our Chuck.
TOMMY:
Dear kindly Chuck Grosvenor
The satire game is rough
You write with Eros' pen or
Nobody reads your stuff
It's not that we're all stoners
The rules are iron-clad
Bonehead boners! Can't write of gonad! [2]
RED ANT: (As Judge)
Sad!
Webmaster Chucky, you're really a square;
Precocious ten-year-olds today are much more aware [3]
It isn't our lyrics that you need to curb
By modern standards, we're superb!
TOMMY:
We're superb!
VETS:
We're superb, don't perturb
Though we're all on herb
Like we're graphologic'ly superb
RED ANT: (Spoken, as Judge)
In the opinion of this site, this turtle is depraved on account 'a he ain't got a human brain.
TOMMY: (Spoken)
Hey, I'm insane on account 'a I'm pea-brain!
RED ANT:
So take him to a headsweller.
TOMMY: (Sings)
My father's a rep-tile
My ma's on LSD
My grandpa is senile
My grandma, brain of pea
My sister's hot for Britney
My brother wears a skirt
Goodness, gracious, that's why I write dirt!
AL-VIN: (As Psychiatrist)
squirt!
webmaster chucky, you're really a snob
this boy don't need a censor, just a hottie heart-throb
anatomy's played him a terrible trick
and constantly he flicks his bic!
TOMMY:
I need chick!
ALL:
We are slick, we are quick,
We don't give a frick
Like from parody we get our kick!
AL-VIN: (Spoken)
in my opinion, this turtle don't need to have his head swelled at all. lyrical scatology is purely emotional sleaze!
TOMMY: (Spoken)
Hey, I got emotional sleaze!
AL-VIN:
so take him to a social worker!
TOMMY:
Dear kindly social joker,
They say go earn some bread
Don't be a karaoke-r
Go get a job instead
All day long, Am-I-Writin'
Too bad I don't get paid
Gloryosky! That's why I'm not laid!
AIRFARCEWON: (As Female Social Worker)
Spayed!
Webmaster Chucky, you've done it again!
This boy don't need a website, just a paper and pen!
It ain't just a question of morals too weak
Deep down inside him, he's a freak!
TOMMY:
I'm a freak!
ALL:
We are geek, we're a clique
We are all unique
Like the best of us is really bleak!
RED ANT: (As Judge)
The trouble is we're crazy!
AIRFARCEWON: (As Female Social Worker)
The trouble is we're creeps!
AL-VIN: (As Psychiatrist)
our acid-heads are hazy
RED ANT:
We like to mate with sheeps!
AL-VIN:
the trouble is he's stoning
AIRFARCEWON:
The trouble's he's a clone
ALL:
Chucky, we got troubles of our own!
Gee, Webmaster Chucky,
We're begging you, please
'Cause songs do not get votes unless 'bout girls on their knees
Gee, Webmaster Chucky,
What are we to do?
Gee, Webmaster Chucky,
Chuck you!
[1]
"Hoary": Tedious or stale.
[2]
"Boner": An embarrassing mistake or blunder.
[3]
Submission guidelines: "If you can't say it to someone 10 or older, don't submit it." Anyone here eavesdropped on the IMs of ten-year-olds lately? lol :-)