Here's a two-fer for today, a couple of song parodies. I'm not even sure when or for whom I wrote these. Cracked Magazine certainly did song parody lyrics, I night have submitted them there. Prairie Home Companion occassionally would to pop song parodies and I'm pretty certain I sent them out to them. The file I found these in was dated 2006, so I must have pitched them to ACN and All Star Radio to boot. I might have included them in an early draft of my script, "Halloweenies." It's all very fuzzy, like a lollipop at the bottom of a trick-or-treat bag. The song titles are easy to see, but the songs themselves were trickier to scan.
So, to remind people that Halloween is coming and I have a Halloween book to sell, here is...
Sing-Along
Gorier | Gory Days |
| (To “Gloria” by Laura Branigan) Gorier, the movies that they make now Running after somebody, they gotta stab her somehow I think the cast is low-down, extras not really stellar I think they shouldn’t open back doors leading down to the dark cellar They’ll shortly be dismembered, after some how getting dead Hear the voices that you dread crying Gorier! Gorier, whether killed by blade or toaster And everybody sees it, movie grosses getting grosser. They don’t have to chance now, Leave them hangin’ on meat hooks, oh-oh-oh, getting gorier. Gorier (Gorier), and the films are getting dumber (dumber) I think they should rent ALIENS (gorier) instead of “What you did last Summer” The plots you don’t remember, or the names of all the dead. But you love the severed head, screaming “gorier!” | | (To "Glory Days" by Bruce Springsteen) On Halloween there’s a big movie playing ‘Bout kids in high school They get thrown in the locker room By a kook with pow’r tools, boy Saws ‘em in pieces right at the shower stall Made them walking dead, I was walking out I went into the multiplex right next door But all the trailers talked about…was Chorus: Gory days, well they’ll make you die Gory days a needle in a young girl’s eye Gory day, gory days. One is a girl that lives on the block Back in school she could make all the boys dead Or ones that show Friday’s Jason guy Or have that Freddy guy show up and kill you in your bed. Grab an ax, grab a power saw, carve them up I guess that’s how the plots go now We just sit in our movie seats with our eyes covered up. And then just hear them dying we start screaming thinking about Chorus: Gory days, well they’re here in loads Gory days and that’s when your head will explode Gory days, gory days. |
