(Long intro, followed by a couple of tom beats)

In a Midwest apartment
Not far from O'Hare
There sits Agrimorfee
Plucking songs from thin air
In his head, for an instant,
Flashes a glimmering thought
His hands are ready and he starts to type
And, soon the moment is caught

He's been spoofing since childhood
To songs, he listened well
He published his first parodies
At age eleven (he could have been twelve)
How unique is his handle?
A new word he did make
Artist choices range from Faith No More
To Justin Timberlake

I think you are so swell, Agrimorfee
See how well you pace, (See how well you pace), meter's all in place
"Benedict's" Rome, from your prose, fell, Agrimorfee
'Stead of "Drinkin' Beers", "hangs out too much here"

His mind is differently gifted
He's got a satiric bent
He likes the music of those witty boys,
(The) Residents
See his Prince holding court, y'all
"Street Alphabet"
There's "Bris", "Glen or Glenda"
"Li'l Red Soviet"

So I scrolled through his captions
See what I might find
He took Cobain's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" here but,
Somehow he combined
That song with Joyce's "Ulysses" and blew me away
Shakes it up just a little, does it right
Yes, I'd have to say

We think you are so swell, Agrimorfee
Not a word, you waste (Not a word you waste), you can turn a phrase
We're givin' it up "cause you're so swell, Agrimorfee
How you parodize (How you parodize) What's the next surprise?

Star Wars' R2 squealing
His Pink Floyd paeans are nice, and he says:
"To the newbie submitters here
I'll give good advice."
With "Jedi Masters" send-up,
The "Hazzards", he did tease
He grabs you and you realize
That he just can't fail to please

Some things I'll remember:
He took "The End" by the Doors
And wrote about an ass, so jack
That it rates a perfect score
In "Thanksgiving Nightmare"
There was no damn bird to cleave
You can check him out at Amiright
But you won't want to leave

(long guitar solo, fades out slowly)