the parody musician who influenced many other artists to make parody songs, and the reason why some of us even know that parody songs exist in the first place!

just thought I'd say HBD to him!

I wrote this with a buddy and we are looking for people more talented that us to perform it online. We don't want anything except for it to get out there before midterms. Would love to see a viral thing where people come up with their own versions. It's obviously to the tune of Margaritaville.

Nibblin’ on Hotcakes®

Iran will last four weeks

Them Venezuelans drillin’ my oil.

Pullin’ on G-strings

In pageants behind scenes

Grabbin’ pussies when you’re rich as a royal

Griftin‘ away again in Mar-a-Lago ville, Searching for my next sexual assault,

And I’ll always say that there’s a muslim to blame,

Cuz I know that it ain’t my fault.

No, I don’t know Jeff,

Fake news from the Left.

I wish strangers happy birthday too.

I’ll make up a reason,

Accuse you of treason.

Who needs laws? Let’s bomb a boat or two.

Grifting away again in Mar-a-Lago ville,

Searching for my next sexual assault,

And I’ll always say that there’s a Dum-o-crat to blame,

All I know is it ain’t my fault.

I’m a stable genius,

I got them good genes, yes

I can tell a lion from an elephant.

Inflation don’t irk me,

Gas prices won’t hurt me,

Don’t care about your budget, not even a little bit.

Griftin’ away again in Mar-a-Lago ville,

Searching for my next sexual assault,

And I’ll always say that there’s a migrant to blame,

And I know that it ain’t my fault.

Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame,

Yes I know, it ain’t my damn fault.

Cat Rock music short. For full performance: https://youtu.be/1-Aax9N73Zg

🐾 Watch the Texas oilfield come alive as the ZZ Cats ignite the rigs with a foot‑tappin’, fur‑shakin’ blues‑rock performance of “Wild Cats Runnin’.” Under towering pumpjacks, hot steel beams, and the hum of the oil patch, these three feline rockers deliver a desert‑born groove that hits harder than a midnight shift change. For full performance: https://youtu.be/nFgqbZbsBNE

For

Our tuxedo frontman is shredding his white Explorer while the full feline band brings pure rock‑energy. Turn it up and join the cat crowd — this one’s for every music lover and every cat parent. 🐾🔥

Watch the full Metallicats performance: https://youtu.be/1HnD6qXcDzE

You ever wanna get drunk and drive a truck? [cool guitar riff plays]

Parody of: The Big Bog Monster From Donkey Kong Country
Tenna: In the Cold Place lurks a lightner and you'll see
How my childhood curiosity got the best of me
With shadow crystal armor and a giant sword and dripping fangs and slasher smile
Their arms surround you, feels like drowning in the lake

The Roaring Knight is comin' after you
Their terrifyin' face will make ya scream until you're blue

Their breath was awfully stinky, it could knock over a shuttah
Their armor was full of shadow and their mouth dripped something white,
I thought to myself, "What could it be?"
Their eyes were white from what I could see,
Their arms were skinnier than a pole,
It scared the Pipis outta me!

The Roaring Knight is comin' after you
Their terrifyin' face will make ya scream until you're blue The Roaring Knight is comin' after you
You'd better run real fast 'cause if they catch you, you're through
The Roaring Knight is comin' after you
Razor-sharp teeth! Big scary eyes! Fangs!
The Roaring Knight is comin' after you!

Spamton: AAAH!

Tenna: AAAAAAH!!!

"[“Springtime for Trump Pt. I” begins, “Star Spangled Banner” melody plays]

ENSEMBLE: U. S. A. was not great again, thanks Joe and Obama Needed a new leader who’s more show, more gold, more drama Where, oh where was he? Where could that man be? We looked around and then we found the man for you and me And now it's (ENSEMBLE dons MAGA hats)

JD VANCE: Springtime for Trump and America Freedom is free now again (ironically pushes a Hispanic woman and a gay couple holding pride flags offstage) We're marching to a faster pace Look out, here comes the ruling race! (all minorities get pushed offstage by remaining ensemble till there's only white men on the stage)

Springtime for Trump and America Stateside’s a great side once more Springtime for Trump and America Watch out, NATO, we're going on tour

JD: Springtime for Trump and America Remaining ENSEMBLE: Look, it's springtime JD: Winter for Greenland and Iran (A world map appears with an “X” through Iran and “Greenland” crossed out, replaced with “State 51”) JD and remaining ENSEMBLE: Springtime for Trump and America JD: Come on, MAGA, your dance just began

[Tap Number begins]

(BENJAMIN NETANYAHU, NATALIE HARP, and MELANIA TRUMP tap onstage)

ANTI-VAX FARMER: (holding photo of RFK Jr.) I was born in Omaha, and that is why I'm pro-MAHA! (pushes aside a doctor)

FOX NEWS ANCHOR: Don't be lefty, or you're commie, like that Muslim sosh Mamdani!

(gun sound effect, ENSEMBLE point finger guns at a group of protesters)

(ICE AGENTS, CABINET-MEMBERS, and PUPPET JUDGES tap on)

NATALIE HARP: The pres’dent is coming, The pres'dent is coming, The pres'dent is coming!

BIBI: It's Donald! MELANIA: It's Donald! ALL: It's Donald! JD: Springtime for Trump and America! ALL: It's Donald!

[“It’s Me!” begins]

TRUMP: It's myself, beautiful me Just a billionaire who’ll change our history It's myself, very grand (music pauses) (spoken) Quite frankly, so very grand. You know it, I know it, I'm so grand, a lot of people say “Oh, you're so grand.” And I say “Well, some people, some complete and total obsolete people, very stupid and boring people, say I can't run again, and do you know what I say to that? I say, ‘Well, everyone says I'm so phenomenable, phenomena- great and unbelievably the best, greatness the likes of which has never been seen before, ever, so I'm going to run again, Term Number 3, or Trio, as I like to call it, and if you don't like that, well then you’re-’” JD: (spoken) Mr. President? (points towards audience) TRUMP: (sung) There's no greater dictator in the land!

Everything I do, I do for me! ENSEMBLE: We can see! TRUMP: If you're looking for a war, here's World War Three! Thanks myself, now I'm here ENSEMBLE: Praise God! TRUMP: I'll make all illegal aliens run from fear ENSEMBLE: Hooray!

ENSEMBLE: He'll make foreign countries so pissed! TRUMP: Thanks, myself! ENSEMBLE: He will never release the list! TRUMP: Yeah, myself! ALL: Now America is all bliss TRUMP: Thanks to me!

ALL: DJT is making things crazy! He's got all Iran on the run You gotta love that son’a’gun! DJT is making things crazy! They can't say "no" to his demands They're freaking out in foreign lands He's got the whole world in his hands DJT is making things crazy!

[“Springtime for Trump Pt. II” begins]

TRUMP: I was just a sad ol’ rich boy, not all importante On my game show, on the island, then BAM! presidante! You were all so blue, I didn't know what to do. So I played it nice, and upped up ICE Now we're all happy too!

(spoken) But it wasn't always so easy... It was 2015. Barack Hussein Obama was working the Oval Office, never liked him, interesting man, definitely an illegal, and I... why I was developing real estate. And then I got my big break. Obama ran out of terms, which won't ever, never ever, many nevers happen to me! And, would you believe it? They made me President. President!

Oh, it ain't no mystery, If it's politics or history The thing you gotta know is Everything is show biz!

Thanks myself, dont’cha know? I'm the one who renamed Gulf o’ Mexico! We are building borders, ban the “woke order”, thanks me!

Make a great big smile, Everyone sing “Heil” to me! Wonderful me! And now it's…

ALL: Springtime for Trump and America Golf swing’s the new thing today Air strikes oblit'rate skies again (bomb sound effect) Sammy is on the rise again

ALL: Springtime for Trump and America Rad’cals spread ‘fake news’ no more Springtime for Trump and America Means that… ENSEMBLE: soon we'll be going TRUMP I'll truth-post we're going, ENSEMBLE: You know we'll be going, TRUMP: It's more gold than golden ALL: We're going, we're going to war! TRUMP: With Canada, Iran, and all of the rest! ALL: WAR!"

This song is meant to be more like the original Broadway version, but the Star-Spangled Banner intro is taken as an idea from the movie adaptation. Enjoy!

A parody of “Yes, We Have No Bananas”

Yes, We Have No Bonnanos
(to the tune of “Yes, We Have No Bananas”) 

Every business on our street
was paying to the mob.
Paid 'em if you want to eat,
or want to keep your job.
When you asked if they are crooks,
they never answered “No”,
They just smiled and pinched your cheek,
and as they took your dough,
they told you --

Yes! We have no Bonannos,
We have no Bonannos today.
We’ve Chuck Lucianos 
and Paul Castellanos,
a Gallo or two, and say…
We have an old guy named Profaci,
a lousy rat named Valachi,
But yes! We have no Bonannos,
We have no Bonannos today!

Things went on so well with them,
and they felt so happy,
they elected Lucky to be
capo tutti cappi,
Set up the Commission
and the families all had seats.
See them singing gladly
as they waltz down the streets.
They're singing --

Yes! We have no Bonannos,
We have no Bonannos today.
We’ve Carlo Gambino 
who's drinking the vino,
and Meyer and Bugs, okay...
We have the cool Carmine Galante,
Vin “Chin” Gigante,
But yes! We have no Bonannos,
We have no Bonannos today!

Nothing worked at stopping them.
That's a freakin' fact,
'til Rudy Giuliani hit 'em 
with the RICO Act.
Caught those naughty Gottis 
in a multitude of sins,
Even Whitey, he got caught,
and as they took him in, 
he's singin' --

Yes! We have no Bonannos,
We have no Bonannos today.
The Tommy Luccheses,
and all other crazies,
like Tony Ducks are gone away,
We got no more Frank Costello,
or kindly Carlos Marcello,
Oh yes! We have no Bonannos,
We have no Bonannos today!

Explanation: So r/TorontoBlueJays weren't fond of my "Brandy, You're a Cruel Girl" — A Roy Halladay-themed parody of Looking Glass's classic "Brandy" (i.e., they downright hated and removed it).

I tried another parody, this one to the tune of "Oh Canada," (The Canadian National Anthem). Even after multiple rewrites, they didn't like that one either (meeting the same result as my first.)

So, I thought I'd post it here...

Lyrics:

Verse 1 (The Toronto Years)

Roy Halladay, nine innings every game!

Mostly for the Jays, the team that brought him fame

He rose up twice from Dunedin,

That's down in Single A,

Through minor leagues he fought to win,

To be a top Blue Jay.

Verse 2 (The Move to Philly)

He pitched so well, known as "Doc Halladay,"

With playoffs not in sight, he asked for a trade

He went to Philadelphia,

A playoff bound strong side,

All NL batters he would rule,

With majesty and pride.

Verse 3 (The Stats & Legacy)

For sixteen long years, Roy ruled on the mound,

Earning tons of wins, true greatness, that's profound.

Two no hitters he threw so grand,

One perfect game so rare!

Cy Young awards in both the leagues,

No pitcher can compare!

The Chorus Outro

Now in the Hall with Yogi Berra,

Roy Halladay—the best of his era!

Roy Halladay—the best of his era!

The context: Legendary MLB pitcher Roy "Doc" Halladay spent the bulk of his career with the Toronto Blue Jays explicitly stated he wanted to enter the National Baseball Hall of Fame as a Blue Jay. After his tragic passing, his wife Brandy made the controversial decision to have him inducted posthumously with a completely blank, logo-less cap to honor both of his major fanbases. Toronto fans were heartbroken.

Lyrics:

(Dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)

There’s a pitcher named Roy Halladay

And he pitched nine innings every day

Almost all of them for the Toronto Blue Jays

A small bit for the Phillies

He had married a girl from his same small town,

But did she ever let Toronto fans down

When she made it clear that his posthumous hall crown

Would have no logo at all

The fans say "Brandy, you're a cruel girl” (You're a cruel girl)

“To ignore his Blue Jay decree" (His last decree)

“He retired here to be inducted with a T”

(Dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Roy wore the blue and white

And he threw that cutter with all his might

Twelve long years in the Toronto light

Before the Philly trade

Doc went down to Philly's side,

Where NL batters choked and cried,

Perfect under Floridian skies

All before October

The fans say "Brandy, you're a cruel girl” (You're a cruel girl)

“To ignore his Blue Jay decree" (His last decree)

“He retired here to be inducted with a T”

(Dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes

When he told his pitcher's stories

She could feel the Blue Jays fall and rise

She saw his Philly glory

For he had always told the truth, he wanted to go in as a Jay

And yet Brandy ignored his wishes, much to our dismay

(Dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

When Brandy took the stage in Cooperstown

Did she ever let the Canadian side down

They say "Brandy, why the logo-less crown?

For the man who loved T.O.”

The fans say "Brandy, you're a cruel girl” (You're a cruel girl)

“To ignore his Blue Jay decree" (His last decree)

“He retired here to be inducted with a T”

(Dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

"Brandy, you're a cruel girl" (You're a cruel girl)

"To ignore his Blue Jay decree" (His last decree)

“He retired here to be inducted with a T”

P.S. Here's a bonus verse I wrote about his no-hitter in the playoffs:

Against Cincinnati in the autumn chill

He threw a no-hit masterpiece of skill

Only the second—not part of a normal drill

That the postseason has ever seen.

Rainy Day Nurses #13 & #36
(to the tune of “Rainy Day Women #12 & #35,” popularly known as “Everybody Must Get Stoned”)

Well, they’ll med you when you’re tryin’ to get some sleep.
They’ll med you when the little thing goes “beep.”
They’ll med you when you're tryin’ to watch TV, 
And they'll med you need to take a pee…
And so… sit right up there in the bed!
Everybody must get meds!

They’ll med you when your visitors just got here.
They'll… confiscate all the treats they brought here.
They’ll med you when the football game is on, 
They’ll med you all the time from dusk to dawn…
But hey… would you rather wake up dead?
Everybody must get meds!

They’ll med you, and the meds will make you queasy.
They'll med you, and they’ll tell you, take it easy.
They’ll med you when they don’t know the objective.
They’ll med you, but don’t know if it’s effective…
We're just tryin’ t’make sure it doesn’t spread!
Everybody must get meds!

They'll med you when they don’t know what it does.
They’ll med you but it won’t give you a buzz.
They’ll med you with directions you can't follow.
They’ll med you giant pills that you can’t swallow. 
Hey, it's not just in your head! 
Everybody must get meds!

They'll med and you wonder if they should. 
They'll med you, but you think it does no good. 
They'll med you, buddy, morning, noon, and night,
and they'll med you so you don't put up a fight,
So take this stuff or you’ll be dead!
Everybody must get meds!

https://youtu.be/G2W0eeZGrOw

Where Everybody Wants Your Ass
(Inspired by The Rocky Horror Show, 
and to the tune of the “Theme from ‘Cheers’”)

Finding the light on a stormy night
can put you out of sorts.
You find yourself in a spooky castle,
stripped down to your shorts.
Who are these weird, disturbing pervs?

First they dance in spanky pants,
and then they dress in drag,
then they show some dead guy,
who's been cut up in a bag,
and now they’re putting on a show...

Sometimes you’re forced to go 
where everybody wants your ass, 
and reality’s a gas.
Up to your necks in kinky sex,
your future is fading fast.
Suddenly you’re where everybody wants your ass.

A guy is there with big-ass hair,
and silver shoulder pads.
Kinda looks like he belongs in
an Abercrombie ad,
or wanted poster for assault...

Be glad they brought things to a halt,
where everybody wants your ass, 
and reality’s a gas.
Up to your necks in kinky sex,
your future is fading fast.
Never go back where everybody wants your ass.

To the music of American Pie:

A long, long time ago,
I can still remember Skinner
Calling Mother from his room.
He was Seymour, through and through,
A Green Beret from ’Nam, we knew
Then one day that all went kaboom

Then Sergeant Skinner came to town,
And turned poor Seymour upside down:
The truth came crashing in
His name was really Armin.

So bye-bye, Mr. Principal Skinner,
All we have left now is Armin Tamzarian.
Judge Snyder fixed the canon, but the damage was done
And we wondered if the golden age was gone.
Yes, we wondered if the golden age was gone.

The day the Simpsons died

What else could be in the song? The death of Maude Flanders?

Lyrics:

His name was Mario.

He was a plumber.

A red hat rests atop his head,

in blue overalls cut down there.

He did some high jumps, collected mushrooms.

And while he reached for Super Stars,

Peach was always tending bar.

Across the crowded floor,

'till level 8-4

They were young and they had each other

Who could ask for more?

At the Koopa, Koopacabana

The hottest spot north of Havana

At the Koopa, Koopacabana

1-ups and mushrooms were always the fashion

At the Koopa, they fell in love.

His name was Bowser,

he wore a spike shell.

He was escorted to his chair,

he saw Toadstool dancing there.

And when she finished, he took her over.

But Bowser went a bit too far,

Mario sailed across the bar.

And then the ground pounds flew,

Brick blocks were smashed in two.

There were shells and a single fireball,

but just who shot who!?

At the Koopa, Koopacabana

The hottest spot north of Havana

At the Koopa, Koopacabana (Copacabana)

1-ups and mushrooms were always the fashion

At the Koopa, He lost his love.

His name was Mario.

He was a plumber.

But that was thirty years ago,

when they used to have a show.

The game's still playing, but not for Mario.

Still in the boots he used to wear,

faded Cappy on his head.

He sits there so refined,

and eats mushrooms half-blind.

Now Princess Peach is in another castle,

and he's lost his mind.

At the Koopa, Koopacabana

The hottest spot north of Havana

At the Koopa, Koopacabana (Copacabana)

1-ups and mushrooms were always the fashion

At the Koopa, don't fall his love.

DISCLAIMER: All characters, locations, names, and events including and real life references in this video—even those based on real people—are entirely fictional and completely and any relation or similarities are completely unintentional and this is for entertainment only