-> "A Parodist's Dilemma"
Original Song Title:
"American Pie"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"A Parodist's Dilemma"
The Lyrics
Not so, so long ago
I came on this website
Found on a page of Spin magazine
I crashed and burned on first few tries
But then I focused on the prize
Bronze medal, and I swept the Y comp clean...
But on my skills they made a wager
My brain went beeping like a pager
Gauntlet down they laid me
The "Pie" would surely slay me!
And then, when my ideas went "poof,"
They went out looking for some hard proof
And wanted me to try and spoof
This song on AmIRight
So...why, why do this send-up I try?
If the choruses do bore us
Repetition won't fly
Just eight or nine verses to go now, oh my!
This song's hardness I just cannot deny
Hoping that my brain it won't fry
Did you try some clever rhymes
And did you nail syllables and time
Just to try and score some fives?
Now did you try to mimic the gods
But only end with paper wads
While only caffeine sustained you alive?
But I know you'll surely get sone ones
Since of movie stars you made fun
And comments look a mess
Man, I hate D-K-T-O-S!
I was a burned-out teenage parodist
With a wit of razor and a mind of mist
But my talent ceased to exist
When this OS I tried
And I was thinkin',
Why, why do this send-up I try?
With the pacing I am racing
Hope it's done "fore July
Is grammar good, and will my humor be wry?
If you sing it, will it flow or tongue-tie?
Good rhymes I should have in supply
Now for hours I saw other takes
And wondered what of it I should make
But still not steal and plagiarize?
Spaff employed this song to skewer Shakespeare
While Arwen, spinsterdom she did fear
And their deftness took me by surprise
Oh, and while the big guys place their bet
I break into a nervous sweat
Will it succeed or flop?
And will my mind go pop?
So if I want to become the best
I'd better try and pass this test
I soldier on with my conquest
This song's a passage rite
Mind was freakin',
Why, why do this send-up I try?
If The Conqueror could conk "er
Then it won't make me die
This long song I attempt to demystify
On rhyming dic-tion-a-ry I rely
Looking for words that end in "y"
Sweat and swelter in a bedroom shelter
The Cat attempts what the pros had dealt her
Three hours in and nowhere fast
Ten water bottles on the floor
While one more down my throat I will pour
A bad migraine headache? Hey, this ain't a blast!
Now my parents beg me to descend
I haven't been out since Spring Break's end
I must finish this spoof
Although the room's smell sags the roof!
You may say I am insane or nuts
I refuse to stay in this rut
This open case has to be shut
"Cause this OS I tried
My head was spinnin',
Why, why do this send-up I try?
Tappin' keyboard's makin' me snore
And my mind's on standby
My clever mind that was once adept and spry
Now is withered up like an old french fry
Enthusiasm? Uh, goodbye!
Oh, my slug connection I must goad
Computer's gone on overload
My hard drive now is a wasteland
Come on now, Mac, be nimble, Mac be quick
Mac crashed–well NOW I'm in a fix
And now I have to transpose this by hand...
And when I thought that without a doubt
I'm screwed, BZZAP! the lights went out
I trip over my chair
"Oh hell!" it makes me swear
And as I try to retrace all my tracks
My notebook's now dripping with wax
I just might have to give this the ax
This OS I had tried
Still was grumblin',
Why, why do this send-up I try?
Scene looks bleak and I don't speak
I only mutter and sigh
A hard, long night of work, will it qualify?
My metabolism I have defied
Only hope it hits a bullseye
I started off with easy songs
A simple meter, not very long
But those eventually grew dull
And now I test my sanity
With songs that make sure I'm not home free
And this trait, it makes me, to some, a numbskull...
But–ah! The tunnel's light comes close,
No longer do I need to be verbose
The finish line I'm crossing
Old rough drafts I am tossing!
And the three tunes that can make us pissed,
Major-Gen'ral, TWOTEF*, and this
Can all be added to my list
Of songs on AmIRight
But now I'm thinkin'...
Why, why did this send-up I try?
Will the ditties I make witty
All be easy as pie?
Just simple tunes, so dull they will make me cry
No challenges that are seen by my eye
Stuck with "Let It Be," you and I?
Why, why did this send-up I try?
Yes, the toughies may be stuffy
But they do satisfy
Don't wanna quit, so if you will please comply,
Are there any more hard songs I can try?!
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