Other, non-pokemon parodies I've written...
This little exploration of George Orwell's dystopian classic is sung to the tune of Bowling for Soup's 2004 hit.
Winston crashed at his pad
His ulcer’s gotten bad
One Victory Ale each day
Makes the pain go away
Writes in his diary
His hate for the party
Hoping he won’t be seen
By his omniscient telescreen
He works at the ministry of truth
Where he alters history
sPreading lies to everyone
Gotta love the Irony!
Big Bro’s an SOB
Winston wants to be free
But his whole life so far
Is that of-a bug-in a jar!
Because the Party, Big Brother, watch him like his mother
Whom he remembers dyin’, got a man-crush on O’Brien
Wants to join the Brotherhood and finish this life for good
Cuz Winston’s a pity whore in 19, 19, 1984!
This girl, Julia loves him
So they meet up in the woods
She blows his mind with hot sex
Just like those hundred other dudes!
Find a place on top
Of some rundown antique shop
Somewhere in the land
Of the proletarians
Screw the minitruth and they’re dead end jobs
They’re sick of working for those Inner Party snobs
They’re sick of being watched by telescreens
How nice of O’Brien-to give ‘em-that book
Which they read, interested, until they got arrested
They were set up all this time, they had to be put back in line
A boot stamp Winston’s face forever in the rat race
Cuz Winston’s a prisoner in 19, 19, 1984
He hates rats, yet they placed
A cage full of them right over his face
Let’s not forget the
Begged them to stop! Stop! Stop!
Now he’s rehabilitated! He’s no longer frustrated!
Gives mad love to Big Brother and he shares it with no other
The same goes for Julia, they shared a “Hello- -see ya!”
And so ends the metaphor of 1984!
Some revere it, or jeer it, and some may even fear it
But no matter, let’s hear it for Orwell’s bitchslap to the human sPirit
This crap’s overrated, it’s boring and hate it
And so I’ve come to deplore- my read-ing of- 1984!
This is a song for all the lonely guys out there who've enjoyed Nelly Furtado's "Maneater".
Everybody meet my girlfriend
We have been together since last weekend
Met her where she worked at the department sto’
She kept starin’ at me through that window
Asked her for her name and was she was sPeechless
Girls with humility are my weakness
She had finished working and so out we snuck
Gave her a ride home in my new hand truck.
Mannequin, she’s a real doll
And she’s real tall
She’s the only girl for me!
She’s a mannequin, she has no flaws
She lacks personality!
She’s a mannequin, never says much
But that’s okay
She is one great listener
She’s a mannequin, we’ve been insep-
erable since I
Inhaled all of that paint thinner.
And she maintains one smokin’ figure
Doesn’t eat much so she won’t get bigger
Never exercises, she just lies around
Sometimes during sex her head drops to the ground
Yet through it all she don’t lose an ounce of charm
I asked her for a hand she gave me her arm
She never nags or asks for stuff I can’t provide
Or get mad when I get drunk and lock her outside!
Mannequin, she’s a sweetheart,
She hears me fart
And acts like it doesn’t smell
She’s a mannequin, I think she’s
Too good for me but
On such things I never dwell
She’s a mannequin, with no nipples
That’s good because
Of my Barbie fixation
She’s a mannequin, and she lives up
To the most of
My unrealistic expectations!
(My parents wish I never met her at all)
Mannequin, I stuff her in
A duffle bag
Whenever we vacation!
She’s a mannequin, she distracts those
Men in white coats
Who say I’m in need of medication
She’s a mannequin, who needs real girls?
I don’t care for
Unwanted pregnancies and menstruation
She’s my mannequin, and when I die,
I’ll have some guy
Dress her in a suit made from my skin!
I absolutely LOVE this shit!
you rock. so much. you're like a GOD of some kind. a NIDO GAWD!!
no, seriously, you've got some serious parody prowess!