Jeg er som kjent en stor fan av «Weird Al» Yankovic, som er kjent for å skrive parodisanger av kjente hits. Jeg har også skrevet noen slike sanger, men selvsagt aldri sunget dem. Under finnes tre av dem, jeg synes fremdeles de er litt festlige, men det er jo slettes ikke sikkert at du er enig. Jeg skrev disse tekstene i 1998-1999. Dette innlegget er en «klassiker» (se tidligere metainnlegg).

I Hate Puppet Shows
(Parody of «I Love Rock’n’Roll» by Joan Jetts and the Blackhearts)

I see the masters smile and I start to fear
I think I’ll have to drop another tear
‘Cause puppet shows, they suck
I really hate yarn dolls, too
There’s just one thing to do now, I must strike
Yeah strike
Don’t give me no boxing gloves, no, I know what I need

Baby, I hate puppet shows
So won’t you go and buy fifteen steel bats, baby
I hate puppet shows
So come; destroy another show with me

They tell me puppet masters are all the same
All the puppet coppers know my name
When this day’s show is done
Then I’ll be movin’ on
But I’ll be back on Friday afternoon
You’ll see
A major master’s comin’ in two days
Two mo’ days

I’m singin’, I hate puppet shows
So won’t you go and buy fifteen steel bats, baby
I hate puppet shows
So come; destroy another show with me

When I’m all alone
I’m makin’ hacklin’ plans
And if I get caught and sent to jail
That’s fine with me
Just lock me in the cell and throw away the key

Singin’, I hate puppet shows
So won’t you go and buy thirty ninja stars, now
I hate puppet shows
And look: the masters all flee this town, yeah
I hate puppet shows
So won’t you go and find thirsty leeches, baby
I hate puppet shows
So come, let’s sturr up New York big time, Bob
I hate puppet shows
So won’t you go and load that old shot gun, baby
I hate puppet shows
We’ll be represented in Congress soon
I hate puppet shows
But I like many other things, though, Bobby
I love Lucky Luke
So buy the latest comic book for me

m.I.R.C.
(Parody of «Y.M.C.A.» by Village People)

Young lad, there’s no need to be bored
I said, young lad, you can get some new friends
I said, young lad, if you buy a modem
There’s a whole new world out there, now

Young lad, there’s a place you can go
I said, young lad, when you’re short on real friends
You can chat there, and I’m sure you will find
Many guys and gals to talk with

It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
You will find everything that you’re ment to enjoy
You can chill if RL is hard

It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
You may be written a LOL
You may become a Voice
You may even become an OP

Young lad, choose the server with care
I said, young lad, what’s your nick gonna be?
I said, young lad, better follow the rules
So you’ve got to know these few things

No man uses colors or caps
I said, young lad, put rough language aside
Now just hook up, to the m.I.R.C.
I’m sure they can help you tonight

It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
You will find everything that you’re ment to enjoy
You can chill if RL is hard

It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
You may be written a LOL
You may become a Voice
You may even become an OP

Young Lad, have you ever been there
Where the chicks and all the boys are so kewl
It’s a channel called the CyberChatMax
And there’s total chaos out there

Someone’s talking Hindu or Greek
What the conversations are all about
You just cannot figure anything out
Even though they are your best pals

It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
You will find everything that you’re ment to enjoy
You can chill if RL is hard

m.I.R.C.
It’s fun to chat on the m.I.R.C.
Young lad, Young lad, there’s no need to be bored
Young lad, Young lad, buy a brand new modem

m.I.R.C.
and just go to the m.I.R.C.

Young lad, Young lad, they’ll accept you right now
Young lad, Young lad, why this hesitation?

The Sound of Muzak
(Parody of «The Sound of Music» by Rodgers & Hammerstein/J. Andrews)

The malls are alive
With the sound of muzak
With tunes they have played
For a thousand weeks

The malls fill my heart
With the sound of muzak
My heart wants to kill
Every tune it hears

My heart wants to beat
Like the wings of the birds
That fall from the trees to the lake

My heart wants to fly
Like a child that runs
From a man with a gun

To laugh like a crook
When he’s been sentenced
To a million years
To sing through the night
Like a mute
Who is learning to read

I drive to the malls
When my house is empty
I know I will hear
What I’ve heard before
My heart is exposed
To the sound of muzak
And I’ll cry once more