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Song Parodies -> "The Amiright Site"
Original Song Title:
"American Pie"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Don McLean
Parody Song Title:
"The Amiright Site"
Parody Written by:
Leo Keough
The Lyrics
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How my parodies would make you smile
And I knew if I plied my craft
That I could make you people laugh
And, maybe, you'd be happy for a while
But then a song that I delivered
Failed to make the grade. I quivered
Unkind words were spoken
My five's streak now was broken
I can't remember if I cried
When I read the comments, curt and snide
But somethin' touched me deep inside
The day my muse had died
So,
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Did you spoof the seven songs
And did you have themes to right the wrongs
When your conscience told you so?
Did you deliver wit so droll
That readin' it would cheer the soul
And did you teach the readers what you know?
Well, I knew this day was bound to come
When I made the switch from gin to rum
I tried to save my muse
But I just was drownin' in booze
I was a phony mid-aged rhymin' schmuck
With a bloated ego and a lot of pluck
And I knew I was out of luck
The day my muse had died
I started singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Now for two days I've been gettin' stoned
And moss grows fat on my ringin' phone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jestin' pro's I had come to know
In a string, bestowed praise on my prose
With their votes of Roman triple V's
Oh, but while I stopped to gloat and shout
The jesters did a turnabout
The verdict was returned
My latest post was spurned
And while spoofers honed their writin' tools
And others tried to bend the rules
I just sat feelin' like a fool
The day my muse had died
I was singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Felter, smelter in a summer swelter
Her skirt blew soft as the rain did pelter
Great smile, sigh and love at last
I laid a towel on the grass
A player's try for a forward pass
With the censors on the website all aghast
Now her wind-blown hair was sweet perfume
While the player tried to spoof a tune
They both got up to dance,
Oh, but they never got the chance!
'Cause the censors tried to banish them
They said these words would be condemned
Do you recall the requiem
The day my muse had died?
I started singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Oh, and there I was all out of rhyme
A sad curmudgeon lost in time
With no will left to start again
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jim be quick!
Sour mash whiskey might do the trick
'Cause liquor is the muse's only friend
Oh, and as I washed the spirits down
The morning sun was turnin' brown
No potion born in hell
Could break my muse's spell
And as my shame became a flame of fright
That blurred the lines 'tween wrong and right
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day my muse had died
I was singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
I met a girl who'd lost her muse
And I asked her how it felt to lose
But she just turned and walked away
I went down to the liquor store
Where I'd heard my muse had lived before
But the man behind the counter couldn't say
And on the web, the jesters cried
About a man whose muse had died
And not a word was posted
No parodies were toasted
As the 'Vets' thought something must be wrong
The site refreshed to show this song
I'd pranked you jesters all along
My muse had never died
Then they were givin',
High-fives on the amiright site
Just a bruisin' to my musin'
But my musin's all right
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded so tight
Singin', this has been a day of delight
This has been a day of delight
Back to gettin',
High-fives on the amiright site
Just a bruisin' to my musin'
But my musin's all right
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded so tight
Singin', this has been a day of delight
This has been a day of delight!
I can still remember
How my parodies would make you smile
And I knew if I plied my craft
That I could make you people laugh
And, maybe, you'd be happy for a while
But then a song that I delivered
Failed to make the grade. I quivered
Unkind words were spoken
My five's streak now was broken
I can't remember if I cried
When I read the comments, curt and snide
But somethin' touched me deep inside
The day my muse had died
So,
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Did you spoof the seven songs
And did you have themes to right the wrongs
When your conscience told you so?
Did you deliver wit so droll
That readin' it would cheer the soul
And did you teach the readers what you know?
Well, I knew this day was bound to come
When I made the switch from gin to rum
I tried to save my muse
But I just was drownin' in booze
I was a phony mid-aged rhymin' schmuck
With a bloated ego and a lot of pluck
And I knew I was out of luck
The day my muse had died
I started singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Now for two days I've been gettin' stoned
And moss grows fat on my ringin' phone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jestin' pro's I had come to know
In a string, bestowed praise on my prose
With their votes of Roman triple V's
Oh, but while I stopped to gloat and shout
The jesters did a turnabout
The verdict was returned
My latest post was spurned
And while spoofers honed their writin' tools
And others tried to bend the rules
I just sat feelin' like a fool
The day my muse had died
I was singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Felter, smelter in a summer swelter
Her skirt blew soft as the rain did pelter
Great smile, sigh and love at last
I laid a towel on the grass
A player's try for a forward pass
With the censors on the website all aghast
Now her wind-blown hair was sweet perfume
While the player tried to spoof a tune
They both got up to dance,
Oh, but they never got the chance!
'Cause the censors tried to banish them
They said these words would be condemned
Do you recall the requiem
The day my muse had died?
I started singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
Oh, and there I was all out of rhyme
A sad curmudgeon lost in time
With no will left to start again
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jim be quick!
Sour mash whiskey might do the trick
'Cause liquor is the muse's only friend
Oh, and as I washed the spirits down
The morning sun was turnin' brown
No potion born in hell
Could break my muse's spell
And as my shame became a flame of fright
That blurred the lines 'tween wrong and right
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day my muse had died
I was singin',
Bye-bye to the amiright site
Took a bruisin' to my musin'
And my musin' took flight
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded just right
Singin', this has been a day that just bites
This has been a day that just bites
I met a girl who'd lost her muse
And I asked her how it felt to lose
But she just turned and walked away
I went down to the liquor store
Where I'd heard my muse had lived before
But the man behind the counter couldn't say
And on the web, the jesters cried
About a man whose muse had died
And not a word was posted
No parodies were toasted
As the 'Vets' thought something must be wrong
The site refreshed to show this song
I'd pranked you jesters all along
My muse had never died
Then they were givin',
High-fives on the amiright site
Just a bruisin' to my musin'
But my musin's all right
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded so tight
Singin', this has been a day of delight
This has been a day of delight
Back to gettin',
High-fives on the amiright site
Just a bruisin' to my musin'
But my musin's all right
With them good old rhymes and pacin' worded so tight
Singin', this has been a day of delight
This has been a day of delight!
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Nice and welcome back to your muse - you going for a double round of the big 7?
Great bouncy rebound, Leo ... :-)
he he
I am guessing that you are referring to some very mild criticism of "I Am the People's Pref'rence for the Perfect Surgeon General," and I like your humorous exaggeration of your emotional roller coaster resulting from that. In any case, a very clever prank.
Thanks all.
John, if you follow my submissions, you'll notice that I overexaggerate almost everything. I actually wrote this before I posted the "...Surgeon General" with the idea of using it as an April Fool's joke. After I saw the comments for the "...Surgeon General", I modified the song to seem like a response to those comments, not having the patience to wait four months to post it.
this completes the trio of the three most daunting songs to parodize...always good to praise the muses....where would we be without 'em ?....probably living normal lives is my guess..lol
wow, it started off brilliantly Leo, with exemplary pacing, but it seems as though you ran out of energy after halfway and just remodelled the OS's lines a bit too often. I've debated Agrimorfee over this. He thinks an OS phrase should NEVER be used and I think it should as long as it's re-contextualised (not just should, but that's the ultimate parodic achievement imo) - but I would agree with Ag in this case because there ended up being too many OS phrases and not enough new context. Still,it's an excellently paced and imagined write and I look forward to reading some of your other stuff - 555
Enjoyed this 'in' parody. You left a bunch of the original the same, and considering how much this song has been done, you may hear some smack about that (see above). I spent about four months working on a version of this two years ago about my time in Montana at that point. I spent that much time because it was autobiographical and I continuously enjoyed updating it at the time. I guess, for what it's worth, the more time you can invest in a song, and the more you can change (including refrains) the more your response here from other authors will be positive. One of my highlights was your inclusion of 'A sad curmudgeon'. Good luck with entering the 'BIG 7' if that's your goal.
Thanks for the additional comments. Up until now, I have had no qualms about including OS phrasing in my pieces if they are consistent with the theme. However, I may have to rethink that, as it sounds like it might be distracting to the audience and thus detracts from the entertainment value.
I usually don't spend more than a few hours on a parody. There's so much stuff to write about that I just want to get done and move on to the next one. Since I started posting here 3 1/2 weeks ago, I've submitted 34 songs. I've already done the 'BIG 7' once and have two more to go to complete a second round.
And the big 7 is... By the way, I enjoyed this parody. 5s.
I certainly didn't want my comment to be a smack, because I enjoyed this parody a lot (and the twist at the end) just constructive feedback - but it's an interesting point you make about affecting the entertainment value, Leo. I think that a surprise seamless inclusion of an OS phrase is a delight and adds hugely to the cleverness and thus the appreciation of the parody - but if it's done too much it has the exact opposite effect in both respects - IOW there has to be a surprise aspect to it - just my opinion though of course :)
Yeah--if it were me, I would have tried to knock out just a little bit more from the "satan laughed" "and "not a word was spoken" lines, and even though the choruses were all the same, I have no qualms with this parody at all. I gotta give a big hand to you Leo for cranking these out in ways that *I* couldn't even attempt.
to Alvin: "parodize" is not a word; you won't find it in your f...in' wagnalls. It was the last of songs to *parody* (yes, parody is both a noun and a verb...look it up).
To the parody author: nice job on the parody. Having heard the os myself a million times, you really wrote it well. 5s
To the parody author: nice job on the parody. Having heard the os myself a million times, you really wrote it well. 5s
Andria, this is where I found the list of the big 7: http://www.inthe00s.com/index.php?topic=29637.0
Um, Leo, I, or should I say, my IP address, was banned from InThe00s thanks to my ex-roommate screwing around with my e-mail address and username and then coming up with a phoney identity and username inspired by my dad. Thanks anyway.
The big 7 list (in no particular order) I found at the above address.....Blinded by the Light.....American Pie.....Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.....The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.....Bohemian Rhapsody.....Be Our Guest.....I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General
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