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Song Parodies -> "When the Muse Is Rover"
Original Song Title:
"When the Music's Over"
Original Performer:
Doors
Parody Song Title:
"When the Muse Is Rover"
Parody Written by:
John A. Barry
The Lyrics
Woof, woof, woof!
When the muse is Rover,
When the muse is Rover, yeah,
When the muse is Rover,
Turns out I bite,
Turns out not right,
Turns out a plight.
When the muse is Rover,
When the muse is Rover, yeah,
When the muse is Rover,
Turns out a plight.
Turn out a fright,
Turns out I bite.
For the muse sics me to wrench my friends—
They have ire as canines rend.
Muse sics me on bones and men.
This, my best friend?!
Rip, bite and rend,
Also offend.
Canis inclination with no reservations:
Wetten a leg. . .energetic fornication.
I like to spend outside.
The pace of whizz-winnow won’t stop,
I’m curish when the rug I sop,
I eat and then
I go inside,
Takin’ a B
M ride.
Before I sink
’em in, my teeth, deep,
I want they’ll fear,
I want they’ll fear,
Then scream as I crunch their thighs.
“Come here baby,”
Says my spouse, alarmed.
She’s getting tired of havin’ a hound,
Havin’ a hound like he’s come from the pound.
She hears an excremental sound—
It is clear, this ain’t a fart.
Squishy soft . . .stench without peer:
Dung display, dung dismay.
“What have you done, stupid cur?!
What have you done to my Karistan?!!
Ravaged with pong turds, then pissed on post-shitter.
Yuck is this shite; I might slide upon
This shag that need be cleansed—it’s gag-me brown.”
I’m near her leg and come unwound;
I am geared and gam-hump-bound.
I want to lurch on her gam, yes!
I want to smirch on her gam—mess—
Now!!!!!!
Cursin’s my babe,
Piqued is my babe.
“Jizzus!
Lave, must!!”
So when the muse is Rover,
When the muse is Rover, bad!
When the muse is Rover,
Turns out I bite,
Turns out I might,
Sperm out delight.
For the muse sics me on legs of friends;
They have ire as I offend.
Muse sics me with bone-intend.
This, my best friend?!
Rip, bite and rend,
Shtup leg and spend.
When the muse is Rover,
When the muse is Rover, yeah,
When the muse is Rover,
Turns out I bite,
Turns out not right,
Turns out a plight.
When the muse is Rover,
When the muse is Rover, yeah,
When the muse is Rover,
Turns out a plight.
Turn out a fright,
Turns out I bite.
For the muse sics me to wrench my friends—
They have ire as canines rend.
Muse sics me on bones and men.
This, my best friend?!
Rip, bite and rend,
Also offend.
Canis inclination with no reservations:
Wetten a leg. . .energetic fornication.
I like to spend outside.
The pace of whizz-winnow won’t stop,
I’m curish when the rug I sop,
I eat and then
I go inside,
Takin’ a B
M ride.
Before I sink
’em in, my teeth, deep,
I want they’ll fear,
I want they’ll fear,
Then scream as I crunch their thighs.
“Come here baby,”
Says my spouse, alarmed.
She’s getting tired of havin’ a hound,
Havin’ a hound like he’s come from the pound.
She hears an excremental sound—
It is clear, this ain’t a fart.
Squishy soft . . .stench without peer:
Dung display, dung dismay.
“What have you done, stupid cur?!
What have you done to my Karistan?!!
Ravaged with pong turds, then pissed on post-shitter.
Yuck is this shite; I might slide upon
This shag that need be cleansed—it’s gag-me brown.”
I’m near her leg and come unwound;
I am geared and gam-hump-bound.
I want to lurch on her gam, yes!
I want to smirch on her gam—mess—
Now!!!!!!
Cursin’s my babe,
Piqued is my babe.
“Jizzus!
Lave, must!!”
So when the muse is Rover,
When the muse is Rover, bad!
When the muse is Rover,
Turns out I bite,
Turns out I might,
Sperm out delight.
For the muse sics me on legs of friends;
They have ire as I offend.
Muse sics me with bone-intend.
This, my best friend?!
Rip, bite and rend,
Shtup leg and spend.
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Doggone it, John... But I can't say you're barking up the wrong tree. Then again, I've already done "Barking Up Is Hard to Do" and you've already done "Brazen Pup Is Hard On You." This parody gets a 35. That's 5 in dog points.
CaptainJack de Barrow, love the line . . . " what have you done to my Karistan ?" given the MiddleEast wars & such !
*Subperb* title switch! Esp. liked the "canis" verse. 555 humps on your leg -- uh, by the dog, not by moi, of course.
@ LKT: You're right, we need to end this war in Karistan immediately! Let's all write Congress and POTUS.... (it'll probably be the next place we invade, actually. Great movie plot, too.)
@ LKT: You're right, we need to end this war in Karistan immediately! Let's all write Congress and POTUS.... (it'll probably be the next place we invade, actually. Great movie plot, too.)
PLEASE contine in you "dogged" pursuit of Man's Best Parody! ;D
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