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Parodies
Anyone know of any good parodies of Meat Loaf songs?
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Well if I had the money
Tell you what I'd do I'd take a contract out upon a Mercury or two Driven crazy by a Mercury Lord maddened by a Mercury I'd buy me up this Mercury And fire me a Chief Exec or two Well hey now promo guy You look so fine You're promoting CDs but they sure as hell ain't mine Driven crazy by a Mercury Lord maddened by a Mercury I've been shafted by a Mercury And so I'm headed on the road Well hey now promo guys Who needs you? The album just went platinum, my concerts sold out too Driven crazy by a Mercury I was maddened by a Mercury So I hitched my pants and hired a bus And drove that sucker down the road! Well if I had the time I tell you what I'd do I'd go and kick the asses of a promo guy or two Driven crazy by a Mercury Oh hell I'm maddened by a Mercury I'd stick them on my fender And I'd cruise them up and down the road Oh yeah .. I'd stick them on my fender And I'd cruise them up and down the road |
Mooooouuusie! :o
Where is your Christmas song?! "I bought a lot of crap and I want my money back!" 8O Cool one Caryl! 8) |
great work :)
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:twisted: Ooooh.The Xmas send up's.They're in General Messages somewhere :roll: .
We've only just got into Febuary so they can't be too far back :wink: |
That is so funny Caryl, well done. :D
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there's sheffield screaming and
glasgow is cheering way down in the venues tonight theres a man in the shadows with a camera on his eye and a mike shining oh so bright there's music in the air thunder on the stage and the sound man's cranking up the beat and down in the tunnel where the band are rising oh i swear i saw a big man down at the entrance he was starting to rock to the beat oh meatloaf your one thing in this whole world thats pure and good and right and wherever you sing and wherever you play its allways gona be the best night so we gotta get out we gotta get out now before the ticket's are all gone so we gotta make the most of our last gig together when it's over you know we'll both be going home like a bat out of hell you'll be gone when the concert's done when the greet's are over like a bat out of hell you'll be gone gone gone like a bat out of hell you'll be gone when the concert's done and when the tour is done and the stage comes down and the house light's a shining through then like the sinners before the gates of heaven we'll never stop rockin' with you (if anyone want's to continue this feel free) |
:twisted: Great stuff :D .
how about someone suggest a topic for a send up? Dafter the better 8) . |
These are very imaginative, and also funny. :D
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:twisted: OK, here's one I think most of the guys. can relate too
I wanted to write one with a silly subject, but with emotional undertones that can be related too.I subject close to our hearts. That no matter how many we have, us guys never seem able to find a pair of socks that match. Get your lighters in the air for..... Two Near The Same Ain't Bad. Baby I can look all night. But that ain't gettin me nowhere. My drawes are upside down and turned inside out. There's nothing left inside of here. And maybe I could search all night. But that'll never solve this puzzle I feel. I just can't find two socks that perfectly match. There's something strage goin on here. I've got one that's stri-i-ped in a shade of green. An unusual spotted one that i've never seen. I'm gettin angry and i'm ready to shout. It's got so cold, my feet now freeze. My toes are icicles and don't give off steam. And all I can do. Is keep on tellin you. That's not black. That's dark brown. And there ain't no way, im wearing odd socks to go to town. Now don't be sad. Cause two similar ain't bad. Now don't be sad. Cause two near the same ain't bad. I know I never left them at the launderette. I know I never lost them in a silly bet. I know i'm lookin for a pair that match in this pile of socks. But there ain't two just the same. Hiding at the bottom of the laundry box. I cannot find. I cannot find two that are cashmir with dots. Or even two Argyle. I'll never be able. To find a good pair. It's something that I just haven't got. Well I remember the best pair that I ever had. But that was, so many years ago. They used tpo keep my feet warm when the weather was damp. They even kept them warm, out in the snow. Well I remember that I took them off after one drunken night. Then I threw up and collapsed on my bed. The next mornin I looked and there was only one left. I've never got them out of my he-ad. Now I have to tell myself. I have to tell myself. I need to tell myself. That's dark blue. That won't do. I'm sure socks get lost, just to irr-i-tate you. Hmm, two shades of black. From a distace it won't look bad. I wanna pair. I needa pair. Why is life so very often un- fair. It drives me mad. Odd socks just look so sad. Now don't get mad. From a distance it won't look bad. Baby I can search all night. But that ain't getting me nowhere. Copyright, need to get a life productions :mrgreen: |
So funny! :)) Thanx for the laugh guys! 8)
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Great you guys - how do u come up with such good ideas?
Not much imagination - me - only in my dreams :wink: :oops: |
Great work! :lmao: I remeber that Xmas song too.
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oh you took the gum right out of my mouth
it must have been while you were kissing me you took the gum right out of my mouth and i swear its true i thought my breath would offend you it was the hot spicy wings and my mouth was burning i tested my breath with my hand |
I thought of this while I was trying to do some research last night. After I tried I listened to LIAL and came up with this:
It's all or nothing And nothing's all I ever get Every time I turn it on it gets burned up and gets burned out It's always something There's always something going wrong That's the only guarantee that's what this is all about. It's a never ending attack Everything's so hopeless, that's a fact Computer's crashed again, I need my research back! The moderators, and Billy Gatesy with their coins They're the ones who make the rules, to them, a game; to me, a rout. There's desperation My desperation's in the air I need a stiff drink right now Or else I may just have to start to scream and shout And it always seems to want to crash. Then the screen clicks over, fades to black Computer's crashed again, I need my research back! I need my research back! I need my research back! What about Word? It's defective. It always pastes in funny ways What about books? They're defective. Thought we're past those primitive days What about the keyboard? It's defective. All the keys just seem to be stuck What about CD ROMs? They're defective. All copies are out of stock What about printing? It's defective. I ain't got no paper left What about the scanner? It's defective. I'm infringing every theft. What about ISP? It's defective. I can't get them on the phone What about the mouse? It's defective. Clicking's gave fingers aching bones What about the speakers? They're defective. I can't even play CDs What about the screen? It's defective. I'm begging just one click please What about you writing? It's defective. That's dead and buried in the past What about the modem? It's defective. That's the biggest pain in the a**!!I need my research back. Computer's crashed again I've lost my research And if I cannot get it back For this debate, I guess I'll simply have to quit, and just bail out. It's a never ending attack Waging war on Windows, and we're back. Computer's crashed again, I need my research back! And they're always slipping through the cracks. 'Net gets away with murder, that's a fact. Computer's crashed again, I need my research back! [Mandatory instrumental] I need my research back! I need my research back! Pass me that hammer! |
:twisted: The thread that came back from the dead :mrgreen:
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:drool: this is great!!!!!! and so funny :lol:
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I've been trying for hours just to think of what exactly to cook
I thought I'd leave you with a chicken or a nice shepherd's pie Like when Jamie Oliver makes an exit at the end of Naked Chef. And I've been dying for hours trying to fill up all the pies with some meat I'd like to know why you barfed and you threw it all up I'd like to give you all the reasons why I still cannot cook... Well I could tell you eat up or maybe bon apetit With just a touch of a sarcastic thanks We started out with a prawns and at the top of the world Now the pots are all dirty and the leftovers suck And everything's gone Chorus: If I could find the clean pots then I would start it again If I could only find a talent I would cook Oh its there on my floor the flour I have spilt Cmon and look at me and pity me and weep Chorus I've been cooking lasagna, trying to build a perfect mountain of cheese We let the souffle go flat, and put the stuffing on stove Now the pork chops are nothing but a hollowed out dream And I've been dying for hours trying to fill up all the pies with some meat I'd like to know why you barfed and you threw it all up I'd like to give you all the reasons why I still cannot cook.. Well I could tell you eat up or maybe bon apetit With just a touch of a sarcastic thanks We started out with a prawns and at the top of the world Now the pots are all dirty and the leftovers suck And everything's gone Chorus It's there on my floor and coming straight from the jar It's running gooey and sticky and red It's there on my floor and its all I can see, C'mon and look at me and pity me and weep Cook em and eat - for all the hours well be spending at stove Cook em and eat - for the dreams we'll ignore Running silent and deep - And all those dinners we have promised to cook, they wont be cooked anymore Cook em and eat - for the magic that our cooking had made Cook em and eat - for the cookies we ****ed... Running silent and deep - and all the recipes we given away For whatever the cost Cook em and eat - for the lobsters still alive in the pot Cook em and eat - for the pies we have burned Running silent and deep - and all the leeks that can never be cooked Why don't you look at me and pity me and weep C'mon and look at me and pity me and weep It's there on my floor and coming straight from the jar It's running gooey and sticky and red It's there on my floor and its all I can see, C'mon and look at me and pity me and weep |
:nuts: :lmao: :lmao: please don't cook anymore :lmao:
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I hope Evil Nickname doesn;t mind too much but there is a link to the lyrics of two Meat loaf spoofs - Here.
Both are hilarious songs. Personally I prefer the second one - "Three Little Words" |
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:twisted: I would like to point out that the missis doesn't do the pub grub at The Bat :lmao:
The has much more appealing qualities :wink: |
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