OFFICIAL COVERS
VEGEMITE OF LOVE
REESE’S CUPS
A CHALUPA
PERFECT CAKE
CAN’T HELP FARTING IN LOUVRE
I’VE FONDUE UNDER MY SKIN
NEVER LASTING MUCH
YOUR USE OF PEPPER'S GETTING OUT OF HAND
FORTIFIED BUN
TAINTED MAC
HAPPINESS IS A WARM BUN
ISTHMUS (BABY, PLEASE DON’T CHOKE)
DRINKING PEAR JUICE
I AM THE WALMART
JUICY APPLE PIE WITH ALMONDS
I HAD HEAVED ON FATHER CHRISTMAS
POWER OF STRONG
DON'T BAKE YOUR BUNS TOO BROWN
CHEEZ WHIZ
CHICKEN AS A SUBSTITUTION
INSTANT PASTA!
THE FAINTS ARE COMING
BAGEL BITES
EAT ALL THE BRATS
KELP!
SCREAMING WITH HAIRS IN MY FRIES
POP SODA
INFLAMED CHARITY
WHAT'S GROWING ON
BITE AND PRAY
DON'T GIVE UP (BHUT JOLOKIA)
VEGEMITE OF LOVE
PARODY OF SATELLITE OF LOVE
Vegemite’s gone
Ate my supply
Things to list I’ll need
I write to remind
You say this stuff is pretty vile
It’s loved from Australia to NZ
Vegemite’s gone
Nothing in jars
Soon these toasts are filled
Just butter on ours
You say that stuff’s like Monkey bile
It’s loved from Australia to NZ
Vegemite of love
Vegemite of love
Vegemite of love
Vegemite
I have doled out yeast extract gold
With nary a care if gone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday
With nary a care if gone
Vegemite’s gone
Ate my supply
Things to list I’ll need
I write to remind
You say this stuff
Smells of feces piled
It’s loved from Australia to NZ
Vegemite of love
Vegemite of love
Vegemite of love
Vegemite
B-SIDE (1992)
ORIGINAL BY LOU FEED
WRITTEN BY LOU FEED
ARRANGEMENT BY UCHEW
REESE’S CUPS
PARODY OF JESUS CHRIST
Well, Reese's...I'm a fan
It's my favourite candy brand
A great candy brand I crave
Well, when I get the itch
They're so good I'd want more
Well, I'd eat Reese's Cups to my grave
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Well, I'd eat Reese's Cups to my grave
Well, different sizes are featured
And I'd eat them all
As they taste all the same
Also, there's 'Limited Editions'
With variations & more
Well, I'd eat Reese's Cups to my grave
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Well, I'd eat Reese's Cups to my grave
When Reese's Cups came to town
All the chocolate bars around
No attention I did pay
Well, them Snickers
And 3 Musketeers
Now paled and taste like dross
Cuz these damn Reese's Cups
Were my fave
A fare so damn simple
Just a couple shades of brown
With chocolate overlayed
Well, these cups
I'd sell my soul for
In one sitting I'd inhale
Don't expect me to share
Well, I'd eat Reese's Cups
To my grave
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Well, I'd eat Reese's Cups
To my grave
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Well, I'd eat Reese's Cups to my grave
Well, lifelong I'm smitten
And wrote this ditty
Were I pitchman I'd preach
With heartfelt rave
Well, if Reese's were to reach
Me on the phone to hire me
Well, I'd push Reese's Cups to my grave
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Well, I'd push Reese's Cups to my grave
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Peanut...peanut butter
Well, I'd push Reese's Cups to my grave
FROM THE COMPILATION ‘YOLKWAYS:
A SCISSION SHARED’ (1998)
ORIGINAL BY FOODIE GUTHRIE
WRITTEN BY FOODIE GUTHRIE
A CHALUPA
PARODY OF HALLELUJAH
Now I've heard there was a good place scored
That's rated great and it's won awards
But you don't really care for Mexican, do you?
Lunch goes like this: a fourth, a fifth
A diner full yet one more dish:
A stuffed full thing called
A chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
You ate headlong but your gut hits roof
You gnaw on thinking you're bustproof
The flautas and the Molotes overfed you
You guide yourself from the restaurant chair
A porcelain throne for your derriere
The handrails you grip due to
A chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
You say you've ordered them in vain
All the curse words you exclaim
Little children hid
Well...really...what's gotten in you?!
Your eyes they're glazed
An unholy rite you've now incurred
Just constant splatter is now heard
You've e. coli is the guess then
From a chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
You can't digest, you ate too much
You couldn't deal now handrails you clutch
Doesn't take a sleuth to see
That it just went through you
And even though it all went wrong
One day you'll say yes to coming along
And munching down soon on
A chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
A chalupa, a chalupa
FROM THE COMPILATION ‘POWER OF STRONG:
THE SPICY SONGS OF LEONARD COLDHEN’ (1995)
ORIGINAL BY LEONARD COLDHEN
WRITTEN BY LEONARD COLDHEN
PERFECT CAKE
PARODY OF PERFECT DAY
Just a perfect cake
Pink frosting with ripple marks
And made greater
With chocolate arcs
Take some home
Just a perfect cake
Feed some to me and to you
Or later
That's groovy, too
Take some home
Oh, it's such a perfect cake
I'm glad I ate it with you
Oh, it's such a perfect cake
We just keep on eating on
We just keep on eating on
Just a perfect cake
Problem: can't leave alone
"So tender!"
We both moan
'Til there's none
Just a perfect cake
Can't just keep this to myself
I thought, "damn!
It's something else!
Something good!"
Oh, it's such a perfect cake
I'm glad I ate it with you
Oh, it's such a perfect cake
We just keep on eating on
We just keep on eating on
We're going to eat just this, you know
Eat, eat, eat this thing whole
Eat, eat, eat this thing whole
Eat, eat, eat this thing whole [repeat]
Oh, what a perfect cake
TAKEN FROM THE CHARITY SINGLE
‘FOR THE BBC CHILDREN IN NEED OF CAKE APPEAL’ (1997)
ORIGINAL BY LOU FEED
WRITTEN BY LOU FEED
CAN’T HELP FARTING IN LOUVRE
PARODY OF CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE
Eyes, they may
Squint with pools gushing
But I can’t help farting inside the Louvre
Ass gives way
Tried to keep it in
But I can’t help farting inside the Louvre
As my dinner flows
Quickly right through me
Plug my nose staring at a DaVinci
Wave my hand
Shake this program, too
For I can’t help farting inside the Louvre
For I can’t help farting inside the Louvre
FROM THE ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK:
‘HONEY MELON IN VEGAS’ (1992)
ORIGINAL BY ELVIS PARSLEY
WRITTEN BY GORGE WEISS, HUGE SPAGHETTI AND LINGUINI CREATORE
I’VE FONDUE UNDER MY SKIN
PARODY OF I’VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
I’ve fondue under my skin
I’ve hot cheese
Deep in the heart of me
So dip with a bread part
Or oil heat your meat
I’ve fondue under my skin
You’ve tried so not to give in
When I go the shelf set’s not there
I find it in ‘la poubelle’
But I don’t know why you resist
When, maybe you’d know so well
That I’ve fondue under my skin
One would think it’s nice to eat by candlelight
Or...for Pete’s sake...while having friends here
But...spiteful...you raise your voice
To say no outright and add
“Eat it right out of my rear!”
“Don’t you know, dear wife...
You’ve had too much gin!
Booze hound mentality!
Make up things dramatically!”
But each time I’ve fondue
Just a threat from you
Makes me stop before we begin…
You’ve not fondue under your skin
One should think things twice
Before they scream and fight
And forsake our relationship here
In spite of a chocolate choice
You’d not try a bite
You just meet my pout with a sneer
“Goes to show, Miss Uncool...
Shoulda married your twin!
Lose that mentality
Make it asap!”
Cuz each time I’ve fondue
Just a threat from you
Makes me stop before we begin…
You’ve not fondue under your skin
MAXI-SINGLE (1993)
WRITTEN BY COLD PORTER
FEATURING FRANKFURTER SINATRA
NEVER LASTING MUCH
PARODY OF EVERLASTING LOVE
Food thrown away disconcerts
Waste of dough
Tossed a fillet
Just expired weeks ago
Why did I get
That whole sack of honeydew?
Why did I get
A family size can of Irish Stew?!
I’ve been so unwise
Some things ill advised
Don’t eat what I buy
Never lasting much
Everything has dried
Carrots not even tried
Bread with mold inside
Never lasting much
Was not very smart
Buying Romaine hearts
Just to let them rot
Never lasting much
This food won’t last forever
This food won’t last forever
Pears I must dispose
What’s this? I don’t know!
Check a jar with my nose
Never lasting much
Tomatoes off the vines
End up with wrinkly lines
They used to be fine
No BLT for lunch
When there’s odours that are strong
Ya know something’s wrong
Thanks to Oxygen
Never lasting much
This food won’t last forever
This food won’t last forever
Rotten chicken thighs
Some freezer burned fries
Shaking my fist, “why?!!”
Never lasting much
Cede I could have cried
Took it all in stride
My fridge a tomb inside
Never lasting much
Filling up my cart
At the grocery mart
Everything I’ve bought
Never lasting much
Never lasting much
Never lasting much
Never lasting much
NON-ALBUM SINGLE (1989)
ORIGINAL BY CURLY ‘FRIES’ CURLTON
WRITTEN BY MAC ‘N. CHEESE’ GAYDEN
YOUR USE OF PEPPER'S GETTING OUT OF HAND
PARODY OF SGT. PEPPER'S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND
Well, it was plenty tears I've cried today
Your use of pepper's out of hand, I'd say
I've been going like it's out of style
And I'm guaranteed to be right here awhile
So let me disabuse of you
Of plans to hone and engineer
Your use of pepper's getting out of hand!
Your use of pepper's getting out of hand
The scope of heat employed breeds woe
Your use of pepper's getting out of hand
My crack's on fire and I'm grieving so
Your use of pepper's getting
Your use of pepper's getting
Your use of pepper's getting out of hand!
It's wonderful to have 'sear'
It really is a thrill
But it brings horrific consequence
I think it may have blown my guts
I think they may be blown
I would really like to stop the glow
Of radiation that you may have bestowed
And this stinging's going to last so long
Why'd you have to make this thing so strong?!
No churning my gastric juice askew
And messing with all my gears
Your use of pepper's getting out of hand!
FROM THE IFUMES ONLY PROMO SINGLE (2005)
ORIGINAL BY THE MEATLES
WRITTEN BY JOHN LEAN-ON, PAUL MCCARTONEY
FEATURING PAUL MCCARTONEY
FORTIFIED BUN
PARODY OF FORTUNATE SON
Some folks will scorn
Finger wave and wag
Yeah, the bread they’ll eschew
Then their burger comes wrapped in lettuce leaf
Yeah, enriched flour’s not good for you
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
Is there nutrition there? None!
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
Don’t eat no fortified bun, no
“Some hoax!”, I mourn
Wonderbread tastes bland!
Watch ‘em fly off shelves, yeah
But fat, sugar and calories galore
Don’t look surprised when on a scale, yeah
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
Is there nutrition there? None!
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
Don’t eat no fortified bun, no
Some folks have merit
Whole grains are wise
Yeah, but you’ll spend a dollar more
And when you ask them
“How much crap you’ll forgive?”
Yeah, it’s always more, more, more!
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
Don’t eat anymore buns
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
Don’t eat no fortified bun
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
I’m thrilled that I’ve lost a ton
I don’t eat, I don’t eat
Don’t eat no fortified bun
B-SIDE (1992)
ORIGINAL BY CONDENSED CLEARWATER SURVIVAL
WRITTEN BY JOHN FOODGERTY
TAINTED MAC
PARODY OF PAINT IT BLACK
I ate at McDo’s
And I had a tainted Mac
My stomach is so sore
I fear that I will yak
I see my life flash by
Pressed up to the toilet bowl
My stomach’ll churn, I dread
Until my sickness goes
I am maligned for hours
Cuz I had a tainted Mac
It sours every part of
My intestinal tract
Bad meat must’ve been fed
I’m sickly
Look away!
My guts are torn, achy
I’m having a real bad day
Not cooked inside I bet
The meat was utter crap
My stomach is so sore
And I’ll paint the walls in yak
Doc looks inside my self
And sees my guts are whack
Says, “don’t eat any more
Goddamn tainted Macs!”
Maybe the pain’ll fade away
And not have these Mac Attacks
It’s not easy bracin’ up
When your immune system lacks
Those two all-beef patties,
Special sauce, onions,
Lettuce, cheese, pickles,
On a sesame seed bun
Why did I eat it?
Purging tainted Mac
Yak all night!
Why did I eat it?
Purging tainted Mac
Wracked me whole!
B-SIDE (1992)
ORIGINAL BY THE ROLLING PINS
WRITTEN BY NANKER PHELGE
HAPPINESS IS A WARM BUN
PARODY OF HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN
She’s not a girl who eats that much
Do, do, do, do, do, do...oh, no!
She’s not a girl who eats that much
Do, do, do, do, do, do...oh, no!
Feeling inferior: plumpy bum
Feeling inferior: plumpy bum
Feeling inferior: plumpy bum
Feeling inferior: plumpy bum
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
She’s well acquainted with those rolls
From the sandwich stand
Those cruel wizards
Dishing out weight gain
She can’t be endowed
With these multicellular errors
Buying all new suits
Going up a size
While her hands
Are slowly bloating over time
And with depression she must strife
Cuz she ate and created
Such an irrational fuss
She needs bread sticks
But she’ll gain a pound
Down she will get
Cuz she can’t wear her gown
She needs bread sticks
But she’ll wear a frown
Feeling inferior: plumpy bum
Feeling inferior: plumpy bum
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
She needs bread sticks
Oh, yeah!
She needs bread sticks
She needs bread sticks
But she’ll gain a pound
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
Happiness is a warm bun
B-SIDE (1997)
ORIGINAL BY THE MEATLES
WRITTEN BY JOHN LEAN-ON, PAUL MCCARTONEY
ISTHMUS (BABY, PLEASE DON’T CHOKE)
PARODY OF CHRISTMAS (BABY, PLEASE COME HOME)
It’s Isthmus...
Baby, please don’t choke
Isthmus...
Don’t swallow it down
Isthmus...
I’m watching, appalled
Isthmus...
That’s some gristle you’ve found
Isthmus...
Baby, please don’t choke
Isthmus...
Your face swells profound
Isthmus...
Arms flailing along
Isthmus...
There’s a gurgling sound
Isthmus...
Baby, please don’t choke
The Heimlich I recall
Your throat’s blocked
With isthmus of fowl
I remember to push right here
Below the sternum until it’s cleared
Isthmus...
Pretty soon I’ll lodge free
Isthmus...
Man, something so benign
Isthmus...
You’re a bit purple, I see
Isthmus...
Baby, please don’t choke
Isthmus...
Baby, please don’t choke
The Heimlich I recall
Your throat’s blocked
With isthmus of fowl
I remember to push right here
Below the sternum until it’s cleared
Isthmus...
It’s cleared your airway
Isthmus...
The medics are here
Isthmus...
But I saved the day
Isthmus...
Baby, please don’t choke
Baby, please don’t choke
Baby, please don’t choke
Baby, please don’t choke
FROM THE COMPILATION: A VERY SPECIAL ISTHMUS (1987)
ORIGINAL BY DARLEAN LOVE
WRITTEN BY JEFF BERRY, ELLIE GREENSANDWICH, AND FILL SPHINCTER
DRINKING PEAR JUICE
PARODY OF DANCING BAREFOOT
It was a prescription
It was directed I eat
It was a fruit restriction
But was too restricting for me
Cheer I showed though I can’t deny
Something done needlessly
Could it be I’m aching for some meat
I’m drinking pear juice
Needing vitamins
Some strange health kick
Cause I’ve been putting weight on
Now I’m dieting
It was saturation
It was making sense to me
It was concentrated
It was frozen maybe
Cheer I showed
Though I can’t deny
Something done needlessly
Could it be I’m aching for some meat
I’m drinking pear juice
Needing vitamins
Some strange health kick
Cause I’ve been putting weight on
Now I’m dieting
It was recantation
See, found I soon hated pear trees
It was a brief flirtation that
I was reinstating to eat
Cheer I showed though I can’t deny
Something done needlessly
Could it be I’m aching for some meat
I’m drinking pear juice
Needing vitamins
Some strange health kick
Cause I’ve been putting weight on
Now I’m dieting
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
Oh, God...I need some food
B-SIDE (1989)
ORIGINAL BY ‘BEEF’ PATTI SMITH
WRITTEN BY ‘BEEF’ PATTI SMITH & IVANILLA KRAL
I AM THE WALMART
PARODY OF I AM THE WALRUS
I am cheap as you are cheap
As you shop here
And we will save together
Save half on buns
Aisle 6 for your guns
Dog Chow? Aisle 5!
You're buying!
You want some eggs, man?
Here are some eggs, ma'am!
I am the Walmart
Goo goo g' joob
Getting box of Corn Flakes
Taking a desk fan for mum
Corporation subverts
Stupid cruddy unions
Man, we will just not employ you
If you say they belong
You want some drugs, ma'am?
Here are some drugs, ma'am!
I am the Walmart
Goo goo g' joob
Twizzlers candy
Tuna can for your kitty
Little kitsch gift set in a bow
See how you buy rhat movie with that guy
See how it's fun!
You're buying...
You're buying...
Buy...
Yellow off-brand mustard
Shipping in socks from Brunei
Men with walkers, housewives
Demographic success!
Boy, you're such a haughty girl
We've marked these Snickers down!
You want some guns, man?
Here are some guns, man!
I am the Walmart
Goo goo g' joob
Shopping in Homes & Gardens
Saving quite a sum
If later you come back with that fan
Refunding you isn't a big pain
You want some figs, man?
Here are some figs, man!
I am the Walmart
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' joob
Exert, inert
Stocking stockers
Don't you think the stocker laughs at you?
See how these aisles have eyes in the sky
See how you're spied!
You're buying!
Michelina's, Stouffer's...
Stymied with your buying power?
Supplementary income
Greeting our customers
Then you'll stay here and keep saving
Go far with that dough!
You want some Uggs, ma'am?
Here are some Uggs, ma'am!
I am the Walmart
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' joob
FROM THE ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK
‘I’D CROSS THE U.N. FOR WURST’ (2007)
ORIGINAL BY THE MEATLES
WRITTEN BY JOHN LEAN-ON, PAUL MCCARTONEY
JUICY APPLE PIE WITH ALMONDS
PARODY OF LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
Picture your shelf with oats and goose liver
With cans of green peas and sourdough rye
Somebody’s walllet you look through it slowly
A girl with licorice rope eyes
Cellophaned sauerkraut below the beans
Towering over your head
Cooked sausage curl
Grab it but bump a pie
And it’s gone
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Swallow a brown thing
In fridge from a game hen
And choking...voice feeble...
Beat red with surprise
Everyone’s trial leaves them
Aghast and dour
They know they could’ve likely died
You taper the wheezing
Fear in your core
Quaking those frayed nerves away
Dying for a snack
Now there’s pie in your mouth
And it’s gone
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Stricture yourself all in vain at gas station
Give vending machine quarters
For snack small in size
Suddenly someone is there in the next aisle
A girl selling freshly baked pies
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
Juicy apple pie with almonds
FROM THE ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK
‘I’D CROSS THE U.N. FOR WURST’ (2007)
ORIGINAL BY THE MEATLES
WRITTEN BY JOHN LEAN-ON, PAUL MCCARTONEY
I HAD HEAVED ON FATHER CHRISTMAS
PARODY OF I BELIEVE IN FATHER CHRISTMAS
They said I threw up on Christmas
They said I ruined Santa's shirt
Now (with dread) at the shrink explaining
How they (for years) spoke of this with mirth
I remember when
Without warning
I felt not right
In one instant dire
Then last meal I expelled
Man, that vomity smell
Surprised Santa with my guts entire
They told me he screamed things un-Christian
They told me he was most forthright
They told me that I said, "I'm sorry!"
But they perceived he was not good with tykes
I had heaved on Father Christmas
He looked like a guy whom kids he despised
When I choked and spewed on
As the whole mall looked on
I covered him and his disguise
I wish you a barf-free Christmas
I wish you a conscience clear
No languished pain to suppress
Weigh on heart every goddamn year
They said I threw up on Christmas
They said I ruined Santa's shirt
Hallelujah...a hell
Which to a psychiatrist tell
When Christmas just gets on your nerves
NON-ALBUM CHARITY SINGLE (2008)
ORIGINAL BY EMULSION, CAKE & PALM OIL
WRITTEN BY PATE JOHN SINFIELD
MUSIC BY GREG CAKE, PATE JOHN SINFIELD, SURGE PROMOBEEF
POWER OF STRONG
PARODY OF TOWER OF SONG
Well, cayenne it on and compare the taste
You’ll make all the faces of bemused dismay
And I’m crazy proud of this new sauce I put on
Soon displaying assent with my faith
In the power of strong
I’ll spread on shanks of ham
Flames shooting from the spit
These shanks of ham are now a lethal threat
And I’ll hear you choking
All day long
Fall on all fours before me
From the power of strong
You are warned
That this will win ‘Top Choice’
You are warned
There’ll be swift need for drinks to foist
With twenty-seven spices that prize I’ll abscond
Hell supplied me to be able to sear
With the power of strong
Barely a nick of sizzle in all this subdued pall
I’m very sorry, lady...you can’t cook like me at all
Soon standing by a widow
When your spouse comes along
I regret mine’ll more than kill him
Hot in the power of strong
Hell’s brew
I’ve made with home grown peppers
The abyss these seeds procured
Bewitch this lot of panels
You may presume Force Majeure
Have God Almighty
Soon succumbing like a struck King Kong
You see there’s some prize money, trophies
In the power of strong
I’ll see you handling my sauce with some stride
This competition is blown open wide
Notify maybe your next of kin
When all the judges’s tongues’ burning
With one bite chance exhaust
No one is close to even winning
They have lost
I’ll never...
I’ll never have to lose one again!
So you did not foretell
That I would lay down the smack
Disapproving and in sorrow
Standing dour with no plaque
But no need jeering at me, lady
Conclusion’s foregone
Won’t be shrieking painfully...quid pro quo
With the power of strong
Well, cayenne it on and compare the taste
You’ll make all the faces of bemused dismay
And I’m crazy proud of this new sauce I put on
Soon displaying assent with my faith
In the power of strong
FROM THE ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK:
‘LEONARD COLDHEN: I'M YOUR MANWICH’ (2006)
ORIGINAL BY LEONARD COLDHEN
WRITTEN BY LEONARD COLDHEN
FEATURING LEONARD COLDHEN
DON'T BAKE YOUR BUNS TOO BROWN
PARODY OF DON'T TAKE YOUR GUNS TO TOWN
Guy employed by Pan-O-Gold
Sets off smoke alarm
Lack of skill earns the disgust
Of shift boss, Bill Ducharme
Bill interposed while he recomputes
And he gave him a dress down
Took the guy aside
And he talked away
"Don't bake your buns too brown
Don't bake your buns too brown
Don't bake your buns too brown"
The staff
In midst of baking bread
They're all pros save this man
Not astute nor quick
A hirsute 'lightweight'
With no attention span
But he's a big brute
Who's size drops jaws
That nobody'll take down
So boss once again said
Later that day
"Don't bake your buns too brown, son
Don't wanna send you home
Don't bake your buns too brown"
Well, he cranked out
His next bad batch then
Facepalms at burning pans
And he tried
He tried to tell himself
He's not going back to Spokane
The oven's black smoke
He tried to hide
Before anyone came around
But he heard again
His shift boss' words
"Don't bake your buns too brown, son
Don't wanna send you home
Don't bake your buns too brown
Don't bake your buns
Don't bake your buns too brown
Don't bake your buns
Don't bake your buns too brown"
Fiddled with gauge
His face aglow
Beseeched God with tears
Face raw
Heat exchangers
Turned his buns on fire
He couldn't find the flaw
At Pan-O-Gold he left the floor
The staff all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words:
"Don't bake your buns too brown, son
Don't wanna send you home
Don't bake your buns too brown"
B-SIDE (2001)
ORIGINAL BY JOHNNY CASHEW
WRITTEN BY JOHNNY CASHEW
CHEEZ WHIZ
PARODY OF THIS IS
'Cheese' is at hand
In a cheap spray can
'Cheese' in a gold paste?
Wowed!
'Cheese' synthesized
With that good cheese flavour
Tasting very fattening...loud
'Cheese' that's embraced
By my teenage brother
'Cheese' that's a mild affair
'Cheese' that I'll dole out on some crackers
Serving for the guests as fare
'Cheese' I can mete out to famished children
And when I'm stuck I'll garnish stuff
If you close your eyes you'd be real surprised
Tasting will belie this goo
Everybody thinks it's so repealing
Embodies all that's very bland
This slop
This gook
That merchants are all vending
It comes in a jar or spray
'Cheese' that just seems less of a bother
In so many countless ways
I'll eat it piled in some french fries
Putting it on things I've made
'Cheese' that for years will last in shelters
This yellow bile when doom's above
Come Man's demise
You'll...
You'll take one bite and reapprise
Here with food
No one else but you
No one mooches my food
Nobody mooches like you
You...
Nobody mooches like you
But every girlfriend gets food
Every girlfriend sucks food down
This is the cheese
Of a famished boyfriend
And you’re a crook who takes
You eat off guys
You steal their french fries
That just ain’t right
But I sympathize
FROM ‘THE TRIBUTE FOR CHRISTY DIGHAM’ (2013)
ORIGINAL BY ASSLAN
WRITTEN BY CHRISTY DIGHAM
CHICKEN AS A SUBSTITUTION
PARODY OF CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION
La de dah la de dah de dah de dah
Well, they don’t seem to mind
If ‘hot’ you’re not inclined
Tell ‘em peanuts ‘leave out’
When you get take out
But they’ll refuse
No chicken as a substitution
No, that won’t do
For chicken as a substitution
No, no
Well, your rice can be plain
Shrimp-free Chow Mein
Veggie fried roll choice
‘Cause meat they won’t foist
But they’ll refuse
No chicken as a substitution
No, that won’t do
For chicken as a substitution
No, no
La de dah la de dah de dah dah dah
La de dah la de dah de dah de dah dah dah
La de dah la de dah de dah dah dah dah dah
La de dah la de dah
But they’ll refuse
No chicken as a substitution
No, they can’t do
Chicken as a substitution
No, they can’t do
Chicken as a substitution
No, no
No, they can’t do
No, no maybes
They will refuse chicken
No, no, you can try for the f-in’ time
They won’t say it’s alright
La de dah la de dah de dah dah dah
La de dah la de dah
De dah de dah de dah dah
FROM THE ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK
‘MILLET ROUGE’ (2001)
ORIGINAL BY TEA REX
WRITTEN BY MARC BOWLAN
FEATURING MAURICE SELTZER & GAVIN ‘T.G.I’ FRIDAY
INSTANT PASTA!
PARODY OF INSTANT KARMA!
Instant pasta's gonna feed you
Gonna suck but might get you fed
Better get some bread and butter
Pity, soon you'll want that instead
What in the world were you thinking, love?
Choosing to embrace that stuff?!
It's not worth it
Buying canned goop
A cup of goop ain't food!
Instant pasta's gonna feed you
Gonna grab a bite and keep pace
But your gut's under the weather
Snarling
Don't like your rat race!
What in the world you gonna eat?
Nuking Chef Boy-ar-dee?!
For dessert you pull from a drawer
A candy bar!
Yeah, that'll go far
Well, we all whine on
Of these doomed lives of ours
On the run
Well, we all whine on
On and on and on
Instant pasta's gonna get you
Arteries blocked and wider seat
Better you revise, says mother
Everything you eat
How in the world ya end up here?
A life of microwaves?!
3 Musketeers?!
Where you just don't care
About your lunch fare!
Well, we all whine on
Of these doomed lives of ours
On the run
Well, we all whine on
On and on and on
Well, we all whine on
Of these doomed lives of ours
On the run
Well, we all whine on
On and on and on
Whine on
Whine on
Whine on
And on and on and on and on
FROM THE COMPILATION ‘INSTANT PASTA!:
THE CHEF BOY-AR-DEE CAMPAIGN TO SAVE DARFUR 50 CENTS
ON THEIR NEXT PURCHASE OF A 425G CAN OF BEEFARONI’ (2007)
ORIGINAL BY JOHN LEAN-ON
WRITTEN BY JOHN LEAN-ON
THE FAINTS ARE COMING
PARODY OF THE SAINTS ARE COMING
There is a house smells of latrines
I’m appalled at what they’ve done
It’s been all ruined
Beyond destroyed
Oh, God
I’ll kill someone
There’s dried meat patties
I think were thrown
How wrong now!
Can’t figure how the walls
Drip with beer foam
From the vents!
And there’s bread dough
On the window panes
Like cement!
Like cement!
I pried off some candy
From the carpet...sown
How wrong now!
The spills of crowds took toll
Where they’ve all roamed
Malcontents!
There’s a Volvo
Through a wall in the basement
What torment!
The faints are coming
The faints are coming
The place is splattered!
A pig sty!
Those @$#% guys
Sealed their demise!
The faints are coming
The faints are coming
What is that matter gone awry?!
It burns my eyes!
How I could cry!
“No longer up to code,”
Says the Fire Chief
What’s wrong now?
Those damn kids
Strangely filled the house with beef
Having a cow!
The skylight’s been Spammed
Compounds belief!
Furrowed brow!
The faints are coming
The faints are coming
There’s pancake batter
And some Thai
I can’t execise from my bonsais
The faints are coming
The faints are coming
Shrimp trays just scattered!
I ask why?!!!
To these guys rent was unwise
Shrimp trays just scattered
I ask why?!!!
To these guys rent was unwise
Shrimp trays just scattered
I ask why?!!!
To these guys rent was unwise
FROM THE COMPILATION: ‘18 SINGLE SERVINGS’ (2006)
WRITTEN BY THE FOOD SKIDS
FEATURING GREEN FACE
BAGEL BITES
PARODY OF NEON LIGHTS
Bagel Bites
Simmering Bagel Bites
And at the mid of night
These bitty snacks delight
Bagel Bites
Simmering Bagel Bites
And under the oven light
So pretty, a gorgeous sight
Bagel Bites
Simmering Bagel Bites
And ease they just might
My pityful appetite
Bagel Bites
Simmering Bagel Bites
My willpower I can’t fight
Such little things excite
B-SIDE (2004)
ORIGINAL BY KRAFT DINNER
WRITTEN BY FLORIAN SCHNEIDER-ESLEBEAN, KARL BARTOAST & RALF PUKER
EAT ALL THE BRATS
PARODY OF BEAT ON THE BRAT
1-2-3-4
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Filled with appalling fat
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Oh, no!
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Man boobs instead of lats
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Oh, no!
Bratwurst consumed
Bratwurst consumed
Vital stats like that
Arteries clogged with plaque
You’re turning blue!
Bratwurst consumed
Bratwurst consumed
I’m concerned that may be a heart attack
You’re turning blue!
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Til your pants you’ve shat
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Oh, no!
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Eat all the brats
Til death you combat
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Oh, no!
FROM THE COMPILATION
‘WE’RE A HUNGRY FAMILY: A TRIBUTE TO RAMENS’ (2003)
ORIGINAL BY THE RAMENS
WRITTEN BY JOEY RAMENS
KELP!
PARODY OF HELP!
Kelp
I need to eat healthy
Kelp
Good for my body
Kelp
You know I'd feed on some
Kelp...
When I've had hunger
So much hunger like today
I never needed anything
Like Kelp in any way
But now those days are gone
I made myself mature
Now I find I've changed my mind
And bought some at the store
Kelp me
Whether tan or a deep brown
Cuz I now appreciate it and come around
Kelp me cuz I can eat some by the pound
Won't you please
Please, Kelp me
And now my diet's changed
In oh so many ways
My iodine deficiency
Now was just a phase
But every now and then
It tastes like horse manure
But know that I just eat it
Even if it's washed up ashore
Kelp me
Whether tan or a deep brown
Cuz I now appreciate it and come around
Kelp me cuz I can eat some by the pound
Won't you please
Please, Kelp me
When I've had hunger
So much hunger like today
I never needed anything
Like Kelp in any way
But now those days are gone
You can rest assured
Now I find I've changed my mind
And seaweed no longer abhor
Kelp me
Wether tan or a deep brown
Cuz I now appreciate it and come around
Kelp me cuz I can eat some by the pound
Won't you please
Please, Kelp me
Kelp me
Kelp me...
FROM THE COMPILATION: THE EUKARYOTE RIGHTS CONCERTS
—A PHAEOPHYCEAE OF NOPE (1984)
ORIGINAL BY THE MEATLES
WRITTEN BY JOHN LEAN-ON, PAUL MCCARTONEY
SCREAMING WITH HAIRS IN MY FRIES
PARODY OF DREAMING WITH TEARS IN MY EYES
My heart is longing for food, lunch
I cared for food more then you knew
Though you have spoken with promise
Right away screams are resumed
Atone, I'll be yearning for sorrow
When hotline brings managers to rue
My frown lines will turn into ‘furrowed’
As I scream of the lunch I once chewed
Why should it always be irksome
When money for food disfranchise
While pilose, with recrudesce, finger
I'm screaming with hairs in my fries
Why did you promise me free tarts
Just then to leave you alone
Well, you’ll pay online when graded
Your lunch was just viewed with my phone
Atone, I'll be yearning tomorrow
When hotline brings managers to rue
My frown lines will turn into ‘furrowed’
As I scream of the lunch I once chewed
Why should it always be irksome
When money for food disfranchise
While pilose, with recrudesce, finger
I'm screaming with hairs in my fries
THE SONGS OF SLIM JIMMIE RODGERS: A TRIBUTE (2004)
ORIGINAL BY SLIM JIMMIE RODGERS
WRITTEN BY BREADY DE LANGE, IRVING MEALS, SWILL HUDSON
POP SODA
PARODY OF POP MUZIK
New Coke, Lemon Pepsi Cola
New Coke, Lemon Pepsi Cola
New Coke, Lemon Pepsi Cola
New Coke, Lemon Pepsi Cola
New Coke, Lemon Pepsi Cola
New Coke, Lemon Pepsi Cola
New Coke, Lemon Pepsi Cola
Everybody talk about pop soda
Pop pop pop pop soda
Pop pop pop pop pop soda
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop soda...
Shoobie doobie drink pop
Pop pop shoo pop
7 Up or Faygo
Drinking up a whole case
Not giving up my Fresca
Sucralose has replaced
Sugar for our sake
Aspartame won't partake
Try some
Buy some
Canada Dry
Pour some!
Talk about pop soda
Talk about pop soda
Talk about pop soda
Talk about pop soda
Drink at the Quick Mart
Have pop on a jet plane
Bargain on Royal Crown
I'm having Shasta again
If you wanna be a pop slinger
Call me a rum bringer
Eenie meenie miny moe
Let the carbonation flow
Talk about pop soda
Talk about pop soda
Talk about pop soda
Talk about pop soda
Pop soda
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop soda...
B-SIDE (1997)
ORIGINAL BY MMMMM
WRITTEN BY ROBIN ALMOND SCOTT
INFLAMED CHARITY
PARODY OF UNCHAINED MELODY
Oh
Oh, my Lord
Oh, I’m starving
I’ve hungered so damn much
I long for some swine
And I’m posed by Sally Struthers
And I loathe her so much
How well she dines!
Can’t feed on love
Can’t feed on love
Can’t feed on love
Gawd, feed my ass some meat
Charity givers fall for her plea
For her plea
For the flabby arms of her plea
Charity givers, I’d
Trade for meat
Trade for meat
Tell b*tch on the phone
I’d trade for meat
Oh
Oh, my Lord
Oh, I’m starving
I’ve hungered so damn much
I long for some swine
And I’m posed by Sally Struthers
And I loathe her so much
How well she dines!
Can’t feed on love
Can’t feed on love
Can’t feed on love
Gawd, feed my ass some meat
Feed us meat
Gawd, feed my ass some meat
Can’t feed on love
Can’t feed on love
Can’t feed on love
B-SIDE (1989)
ORIGINAL BY THE RIGHTEOUS SMOTHERS
WRITTEN BY EXLAX NORTH & HYGIENE ZARET
WHAT'S GROWING ON
PARODY OF WHAT’S GOING ON
Shudder, shudder
There's too many things decomposing
Bothered, bothered, bothered
There's far too many fruits that're dying
You know I've got to find a way
To stop from tossing food all day
Fodder, fodder
I do need to excavate
And spores no laughing matter
For only I can conquer waste
You know I've got to find a way
To stop from tossing food all day
Quickly taking stock of decay
Such rubbish warrants frugality
Shock to me
That I can see what's growing on
What's growing on
What's growing on
What's growing on
Fodder, fodder
Everything here stinks,
It's strong
There's goo instead of fudge, nuts
Forget if that's Egg Foo Yong
You know I've got to find a way
To stop from tossing food all day
Quickly taking stock of decay
Such rubbish warrants frugality
Shock to me
That I can see what's growing on
What's growing on
What's growing on
What's growing on [repeat]
FROM THE CHARITY SINGLE ‘WHAT'S GROWING ON:
ALL STAR TRIBUTE TO BENEFIT THE BLIGHTED FRIDGE FUND
AND ARTISTS DISPENSE CLEANING AIDS WORLDWIDE’ (2001)
ORIGINAL BY STARVIN’ GAYE
WRITTEN BY RENALDO BEANSON, AL CLEAVERLAND, STARVIN’ GAYE
FEATURING CHRIS MARTINI
BITE AND PRAY
PARODY OF NIGHT AND DAY
Like a time bomb
You buy at a hot dog stall
Like you're sick, sick, sick
From a celery stalk
From the grocery store at the mall
Like the strips, strips, strips
Of cheap pork chops
That's seems all sinew
So your choice
Paid dearly
Paints the ceiling
Spew...spew...spew
Bite and pray
Nothing you'll shun
Only you would eat fish strewn
With deadly poison
Whether near to death or far
Hope the latter, baby
Au revoir
You try 'Fugu'
Bite and pray
Pray and bite
Why escargo?!
There's no logic I can swallow
Endeavoured like so
In ignoring tragic doom
In the past tense
You'll be pretty soon
Scorpion stew?!!
Bite and pray
Bite and pray
Undercooked side of meat
Though you are hungry
Turn it
Burn it to a set degree
This prevents infected food
And you won't end your life
Eating toxins, fool
Pray and bite
Bite and pray
Bite and pray
Bite and pray
Bite and pray
Bite, bite, bite and pray
Bite and pray...
TAKEN FROM THE COMPILATION
‘RED HOT + BREW: A TRIBUTE TO COLD PORTER’ (1990)
WRITTEN BY COLD PORTER
DON'T GIVE UP
(BHUT JOLOKIA)
PARODY OF DON'T GIVE UP (AFRICA)
LYRICS TO COME
CHARITY SINGLE (2005)
MUSIC/LYRICS BY PATE GABRIEL
FEATURING ALICIA SMOKEYS
BAGGIE'S HARMED/
OLD TURKEY
PARODY OF MAGGIE'S FARM*/COLD TURKEY†
It ain't gonna work, this baggie's harmed…no more!
Said it ain't gonna work, this baggie's harmed…no more!
Well, it's no use for storing
It would be in vain
Won't hold your bread or tortillas
That you're striving to contain
It's a shame that it's the last one you've in store
Yeah, it ain't gonna work
This baggie's harmed…no more!
It ain't gonna work, this baggie's broken...no more!
Said it ain't gonna work, this baggie's broken...no more!
Well, it costs you a nickel
But now ain't worth a dime
You'll need your credit card
It might be shopping time
It's a shame but you'll need to go back to the store
It ain't gonna work, this baggie's broken…no more!
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more!
Situation apprising
Endeavour to try
Could plastic be sutured?
Is duct taping worth a try?
Get inside your Chevy
To the store head
Buy a pack of 80
Pack of 40 instead?
Old turkey
Bags to freeze?
I'll need some!
It ain't gonna work, this baggie's harmed...no more!
Said it ain't gonna work, this baggie's harmed...no more!
Got more, got more, got more, got more…no more!
It ain't gonna work, this baggie's harmed...no more!
TAKEN FROM THE COMPILATION
‘CHIVE FOR IRELAND (CONCERT FOR SHELF-AID)’ (1986)
*WRITTEN BY BOB DILL-AN
†WRITTEN BY JOHN LEAN-ON