by Al Yankovic
Lyrics:
Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
'Cause I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me
To me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a mam
Scaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very, very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo figaro - Magnifico... Hey! Hey! Hey!
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Will not let you go - let him go
Will not let you go - let him go
No, no, no, no, no no no no no!
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me
For me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby - Can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows - Hey!
by Al Yankovic
Lyrics:
Ridin' in a bus down the boulevard
And the place was pretty packed
Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
It was smellin' like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
We're already packed in like sardines
But we're stoppin' to pick up more
Look out
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
And another comes on
And another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey
He's gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus
There's a suitcase pokin' me in the ribs
There's an elbow in my ear
There's a smelly old bum standin' next to me
Hasn't showered in a year
Well, I think I'm missin' a contact lens
I think my wallet's gone
And I think this bus is stoppin' again
To let a couple more freaks get on
Look out
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
And another comes on
And another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey
He's gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus
Yeah
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus, ow
Another one rides the bus, hey, hey
Another one rides the bus, hey
The window doesn't open, and the fan is broke
And my face is turnin' blue
I haven't been in a crowd like this
Since I went to see The Who
Well, I should've got off a couple miles ago
But I couldn't get to the door
There isn't any room for me to breathe
Now we're gonna pick up more, yeah
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
And another comes on
And another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey
He's gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus
No
No
Huh?
Yeah
Yeah
Bob Rivers
(Parody of We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions by Queen)
Wanna be a man
Be a good man
Go on in the store
Got to buy a big box
Okay
You try to hidin’ your face
You feel disgraced
They’re waving that Tampax all over the place
They will
They will
Laugh at you
Everyone
The clerk will probably snicker too
Could I get a price check please on super-absorbent Kotex
Yes please, the extra- absorbent.
I’ve taken my lumps
In the mini-mart line
I’ve got my comeuppance
When I bought the wrong kind
Better get a dozen roses
And some chocolates too
I consider it an honor
To help out the female race
With something that I’ll never use
Wish I didn’t have to go out and buy them every month
We buy the tampons for our girlfriends
And we’ll take some teasing to no end
We buy the tampons
Feminine napkins
Don’t call us losers
Cuz’ we buy the tampons
We buy the tampons for our girlfriends
And we’ll feel embarrassed cuz we’re men
We buy the tampons
Feminine napkins
Don’t call us losers
Cuz’ we buy the tampons
Allrighty then, that’s the super-absorbent wing tip Kotex, Oh, you're lucky,
that's on special. That comes to $47.95 please.
Fear me you Lords and living creatures
I decend upon your Earth from the skies
I command your very souls you are believers
Lay before me what is mine
The seven sins of mine!
Do you fear me you peers and weeny councilers
I fly before you naked to the eyes
I will destroy any man who dears apose my trust
I swear that you'll be mine--
the seven sins of mine!
Sister-I live and lie for you
Mister-do it or die
You are mine and i posses you
Destr-oy for you forever-ever-everrrrrrrrrrr!
Storm the master-marathon I'll fly through
By evil and defiance I'll survive
Then I'll defy the laws of good
and come out on to---p
then I'll throw you!
Be gone with you - you weak and usless senators
Give out the bad, chuck out the good loving cries
I challenge the mighty gods and their crea-tures
And with a smerk-
I'll do to you the seven sins of mine!
(Oh god I'm Evil!)
Phil Alexander
I bought this parrot
Only half an hour ago
And if you say it's lunchtime, then before you close
Please tell me, what I'd like to know
'Cause there's something inside
This cage that I took away
Look: it's a dead parrot
"What's wrong with him?" you say
It's late, ain't you hearing what I said
It's late, he's not resting, no this parrot he is dead
It's late - when I gave him an inspection more detailed
It's late - I realised that on his perch he had been nailed
It's late, it's late, it's late
This bird is late.
You say 'e's resting
And I tell you that it's dead
But after I've tried shaking, and I've tried shouting
He doesn't even shift his head
Now you tell me he's moving
But you hit his cage - I saw you
No, he's not pining
My inert Norwegian Blue
HEY POLLY!! TESTING!!
I can tell this parrot's through
It's late, lovely plumage, the Norwegian Blue
It's late, but his feathers were only stuck on with glue
It's late - he's met his maker, he has found his just rewards
It's late - don't try to tell me he's just pining for the fjords
It's late, it's late, it's late,
This bird is late
This bird is dead
Oh yes he's dead
He's bleedin dead
We need to work it out
I said he's dead
You know he's dead
I want to know what are you gonna do about
Tell me
It's late
It's late
Bird is late
He's staring at me
No expression in his eye
If we gave him jolts
Of four million volts
I know he still wouldn't fly
He's bereft of life
He is bleedin' demised
He's off the twig
This parrot's not alive
It's late and soon he will start to spoil
It's late, passed away, shuffled off his mortal coil
It's late - he's expired, and so why should I care it
Ceased to be, kicked the bucket - THIS IS AN EX-PARROT
It's late, it's late, it's late, it's late
It's late, it's late, it's late
The bird is late
Parody by D-Boz
We've done it once before
We did it on our own
But now we all team up to cover this Queen song
We're gladiators, with shiny swords
To this little song you should know these words
Singin'
We make ads for Pepsi
yeah
We make ads for Pepsi
They're paying us a lot
For this commercial spot
People will go crazy, they will think it's really hot
They've got divas and a hunk
Romeans got the funk
People will buy Pepsi after we have sung
Singin
We make ads for Pepsi
I said
We make ads for Pepsi
Now if you think it's over well ya better think again
cos this is a commercial that takes three minutes to end
They pay tv time for us to rock and shake this song to life
With celeb names to hype and make you get a jealous wife
Singin
We make ads for Pepsi
I said
We make ads for Pepsi
Say it again
We make ads for Pepsi
Well I said
We make ads for Pepsi
Parody by Paul Robinson
~ ~ ~ [Sounds] ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ {Ship - rocking in the water} ~ ~ ~
~ ~ {Waves - slapping side of ship} ~ ~
~ {Peg legs - tapping on the deck} ~
(Yo-ho-heave-ho, yo-ho-heave-ho)
(Ho-ho-ho, har-har-har)
Pirates, pirates on the seas
Plundering they be; aye, that they be
Aye, they plunder, rape and pillage, too
throw ye down in the deep
where ye’ll soon be shark meat
Har-de-har-har, yo-ho-de-ho
Har-har-har, yo-ho-ho
Aye, ahoy!
Now ye terror is showing
as they say “Come about”
Now ye be boarded
by Pirate louts
From the yardarm; hang ye high
Pirates on the seas, aye, bringin’ death fer ye
Yo-ho-ho
Yo-de-ho-ho-ho
Ahoy!
Limping around; hear ye peg leg tap the deck floor
Captain raves, aye, then bellows out with a roar
"Har-har-de-har, har-de-har-har-har
har-de-har, har-ho
Pirates, aye, we be; Pirates of the sea"
Pirates, aye they be; aye, be uncouth beasts
aye, they be that, be that, sea rats
Now ye black flag be flowing
Aye, there be no doubt
Soon we be boarded
by Pirate louts
Have no mercy; soon ye’ll die
Pirates on the seas, aye, they have no mercy
Strung him up on the mast; aye, the Captain
Lashed, then keel-hauled, aye, in the deep
Be gasping now for air
Pirates laughed with scorn
“DII-EE! DII-EEEE!! DIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
Gluub...gluug....gluub....gluug....
Insane, aye their laughs; aye, the Pirates be cackling
Aye, on ye bridge now, aye, they dance
Upon ye deck now; a jig they dance
They dance a jig now, they scowl; Aye, growl, and howl, they howl
and growl, and scowl, and howl...
(howling, growling and scowling noises out to a fade)
Aye, Pirate scum, they be a curse
Aye, cruel vermin; aye, much worse
Ye’ll be keel-hauled, then drowned; a sad plight
Black scum, aye, scare ye; deranged, aye, beware
cur bastards; they be from Hell
Pirates; a jig they dance
Ye get one last chance
last chance, aye, "tell
where’s ye treasure?"
Uhhh..neck-stretched-URGH!!....
(croaking, dying gasp) "Trea-sure....."
~ ~ ~ [Sounds] ~ ~ ~
~ ~ {The silence of a still night at sea} ~ ~
~ ~ {Pegs legs tapping the deck} ~ ~
~ ~ [Out to Fade] ~ ~
Parody by Pete Spicer
This originally appeared on my website over a year ago, I just never got round
to putting it here.
I am the blue screen,
I am from Microsoft.
Caught in a core dump,
No escape to stability.
I'm a has-been, look up at the screen at me.
I'm just a blue screen, I get no sympathy, because
I'm easy come, never go, my oh my, very slow.
Any open windows don't really matter to me, to me.
Sir, just crashed again, GPF'd against his head,
Pulled the plug, now it's dead.
Sir, work had just begun,
But now it's gone and thrown it all away.
Sir, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on, cos I'll have lost my job.
Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine,
PCs crashing all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the boss.
Mama, ooh, I don't wanna be fired,
I sometimes wish I'd never been hired at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man.
William Gates, William Gates, will you take the stand now?
Thunder and lightning, Netscape is frightening me.
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro, Magnifico.
I'm just a blue screen an' nobody loves me.
He's just a blue screen, from a rich company.
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, never go, will you let me go?
D.O.J.! "No, we will not let you go." [Let him go!]
D.O.J.! "We will not let you go." [Let him go!]
D.O.J.! "We will not let you go!" [Let me go!]
"Will not let you go." [Let him go!]
"Will not let you go." [Let him go!]
Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh, mama mia, mama mia.
Mama mia, let me go. Microsoft is a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can boot and spit in my drive?
So you think you can reboot me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby.
Just gotta get out, just gotta boot into DOS.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see.
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me.
Any open windows...?
Parody by Malcolm Higgins
is this my real life?? is it a fantasy?
caught in a turnstile, no escape from this pharmacy
open your eyes, take drops, sanitize, and see....
I'm just a poor boy, I need these drugs you see
because I just cant come, nor can I go,
and my nose needs a blow
any time the wind blows, doesnt really matter you see?
to me
mama, just took a pill. and an aspirin or two,
tylenol, and gravol too..
mama, life had just begun
but now the doctors thrown this all my way
it's too late, effects have come, sent shivers down my spine,
shouldnt take these things with wine
goodbye everybody.. I got to go
gotta leave these all behind, and just take two..
mama.....now my throat's too dry
sometimes wish I'd never got sick at all..
I see a little pharmacology intent,
buy a douche, buy a douche,
and a pack of red band aids.
potty folds, and jelly make my bum all smelly oh
supposite-o supposite-o
supposite-o put it low
insert it so..........in back it goes...
I'm just a poor boy, nobody watch me
he's just a poor boy, come in to this pharmacy
spare him his life, from this this monstrosity
easy come, easy go, laxatives are good so
insert it, NO!! it only makes you go
makes you go....insert it
it only makes you go,always makes you go,
really makes you go, never never never lets you know...
no no no no no no no no
oh diahrrea diahrrea
diarrhea makes me go
imodium has a caplet put aside for me... for me for me...
so you think you can write a prescription that's right
so you think you can drug me and change my whole life..
oh baby can't do this to me baby
just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
nothin really matters.....
in this pharmacy...
nothin really matters...
nothin really matters.. to me
now I got a runny nose........
Parody by Phantom Hitchhiker
This is for all those role play gamers out there.(Note: DM stands for Dungeon
Master, the storyteller for D&D - Dungeons & Dragons.)
Sick of your real life?
Welcome to fantasy.
Werewolf and Changeling,
my escapes from reality.
Just roll your dice,
look up to the skies and pray.
I'm just a half elf,
I don't need no sympathy.
Rolls are easy come, easy go.
Roll it high, roll it low.
Any way the orcs come
doesn't really matter to me,
to me.
My guy just killed a man.
Drained the blood out of his veins,
now he's feeling no pain.
Mama, our game's just begun.
No need to put the laundry all away.
Johnny, oooh.
No exasperated sighs.
If I'm not back in the next five minutes,
carry on, carry on,
'cause my character doesn't matter.
Too late,
our time is done.
That sent shivers down my spine,
wish we could play all the time.
Goodbye, everybody.
It's time to go.
Gotta leave this all behind and face the world.
Tommy, ooooh.
Don't want my guy to die.
I sometimes wish that you never are DM.
(Guitar Solo 1)
I see a little sillouhetto of an elf.
RPG! RPG!
D&D and World of Darkness.
Thunderbolts and lightning,
very, very frightening me.
Reach Golconda!
Reach Golconda!
Reach Golconda!
Reach Golconda!
Reach Golconda is my goal.
Elven arro-o-o-o-o-ows.
I'm just a poor dwarf,
nobody loves me.
He's just a poor dwarf from a great lineage.
Spare him his life, he is of use to me.
Roll it high, don't roll low.
Will they let me go?
Fives and threes.
No, they will not let you go.
Let me go!
Fives and threes.
No, they will not let you go.
Let me go!
Fives and threes.
No, they will not let you go.
Let me go!
They won't let you go.
Let me go!
They won't let you go.
(Sevens, sevens, sevens) Here we go! Ohhhh!
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll!
Oh, Sasha Vykos, Sasha Vykos.
Sasha Vykos, let me go.
The Masquerade has a coffin set aside for me.
For me.
FOR ME!
(Guitar Solo 2)
So you think you can strike me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can stake me and leve me to die?
Oh, baby.
Now it's Demon time, baby.
Just gonna RP.
Playin' all through the year.
(Guitar Solo 3)
Ooooooooooh.
Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah.
Real life doesn't matter.
All the gamers see
real life doesn't matter.
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the dice roll.
Parody by Peter (the Reader)
This is what too much time in Biology class can get you...
This is the classroom
This is biology
Just doin' schoolwork
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the lights and see
I'm just a student, I need some sympathy
Cuz' what's my grade, I don't know
May be high, may be low
Anywhere those cells go doesn't really matter to me,
To me
Momma just grounded me
Saw my biology grade
You know that it's not an A
Momma, school had just begun
And now I've gone and thrown my grade away
Momma, ooh,
Didn't mean to get an F
If I don't have an A this time next May
I'll be in summer school, like it'd never even happened
Too late, now school is done
I still have failing grade
And my tutors won't give aide
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go,
Got to leave you all behind for summer school
Momma, ooh
I don't want to go, sometimes wish I'd never had class at all
I see a little silhouette-o of a cell!
Of a cell! Of a cell! Little organelles floating!
Lysosomes they might be! Very, very fright'ning me!
Golgi bodies! (Golgi bodies!) Golgi bodies! (Golgi bodies!) Golgi bodies where'd
you go?
Large Central Vacuole!
I'm just a poor kid
Nobody loves me
He's just a poor kid from a poor family! Spare him his life from this monstrosity!
Grades'll come, grades'll go
Will you let me go?
Embolus! No! We will not let you go!
Let me go!
Embolus! We will not let you go!
Let me go!
Embolus! We will not let you go!
Let me go!
Will not let you go!
Let me go!
Will not let you go!
Let me go-o-o-o-o!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
Mr. Teacher! Mr. Teacher! Mr. Teacher let me go!
The substitute has a worksheet put aside for me-e-e, for me-e-e, for MEEEEEE!
So you think you can flunk me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can fail me and leave me to die?
Oh, teacher!
Can't do this to me teacher!
Just got to get out, just got to get right out of here!
Oooh,
Oooh,
Oooh,
Oooh yah,
Oooh yah,
Science doesn't matter,
Anyone can see
Science doesn't matter
Science doesn't matter
To me...
Anywhere those cells go,
Oooh...
Parody by Malcolm Higgins
you place my orange juice glass
on that tray made of glass,
freshly squeezed, just desserts,
why do I think that's funny, could I want more?
am I a fool
live by the rule
give me whole wheat flapjack waffles
and some tools to help digestion
ham and two eggs,
a very health start
ham and two eggs
you aughta get a pair of your own
over, easy
not too, greasy
no taters, boy,
have you got marmalade to entice me?
can you please me?
and now you can take my glass, goodbye
feel good, satisfied,
for dinner, wings, suicide
yes, everything was allright,
and I'll feel good tonight
and I feel good (feel good)
you're like a big breakfast tycoon
you'll make your millions real soon
just keep making your ham
have a business plan, poor boy
and hold on to it tight
flip those eggs with such ease
keep those morning folk pleased
put your brekkie where your mouth is,
and you'll go all..
was the extra flapjack part of the deal?
ham and two eggs,
a very healthy start
you better get a plate of your own
again, you should be filled with pride
cause the eggs are nice, and not to runny inside
won't cause one hemorrhoid,
when I have to go void
and I'll feel good
I feel good
Parody by Esther Camwell
Are you gonna wear those shorts tonight
Ah up on stage 'neath all them lights
Are you gonna show us all you've got
John Deacon's legs
You make the rockin' world go round
Hey!
I was just a simple lass
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew legs before I left my teenage years
Left alone with live at Wembly
And a freeze frame on the telly
Hey John Deacon, you made a bad girl out of me
Hey hey!
I've been doin' my exams
At my schools across the land
I seen ev'ry blue eyed cutie on the way
But their labels and their style
Went kind of dull after a while
Take me to them men with fit legs every time
Oh won't you wear those shorts tonight
Oh down in my bedroom tonight
Oh and you give it all you got
John Deacon's legs you make the rockin' world go round
John Deacon's legs you make the rockin' world go round
Hey listen here
Now your mortgages and homes
I got boredom in the bones
Ain't no fit fit men in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
'Live at Wembly' you gonna make a bad girl out of me
Now get this
John you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh you gonna wear those little shorts
John Deacon's legs you make the rockin' world go round
John Deacon's legs you make the rockin' world go round
Get on your bike and ride (fwoooaaaarrr!)
Oooh yeah them fit fit legs
John Deacon's legs
Yeah yeah yeah
John Deacon's legs
Yes yes
Parody by Tigerbabe
An ode to Brian May's everlasting curly hairdo (may it last forever)
Brian, I'd sit alone and watch your hair,
The only thing I've seen in years,
And everything I had to know,
I found it somewhere in your hair,
You've never cut it from when Queen formed,
Through BoRhap times till Days Of Our Lives,
You made us rock, you made us roll,
You made us feel like your hair was alive,
Brians Hair,
So dont let it become, some short haircut,
Made into a wig, for some bald prat,
Who I just dont know, and I just dont care
You'll just complain when it's not there,
You have your hair, you have the power,
Dont get a haircut, it'll be the worst hour,
Brians Hair,
All we see is Haircut Bri Bri,
Haircut dont go,
Haircut Bri Bri,
All we see is haircut Bri Bri,
Haircut please stay,
Haircut whats new?
That bloody haircut will stay with you,
We've watched the hair - for signs for life,
We'll keep watching it for hours & hours,
We hardly need to use our eyes,
Everytime we wake, we know it's there alive,
Lets hope it never runs away,
Like all good things, it wont come back,
So stick around, we might miss it,
When we grow tired of all this short hair,
You have THE hair, you have the power,
You've yet to have your hair cut short,
Brians Hair,
All We see is Haircut Bri Bri,
Haircut dont go,
Haircut Bri Bri,
All we see is haircut Bri Bri,
Haircut dont go,
Haircut Bri Bri,
All we see is haircut Bri Bri,
Haircut please stay,
Haircut whats new?
That bloody haircut will stay with you,
Haircut Bri Bri,
Haircut Bri Bri,
Haircut Bri Bri,
Brians Hair,
You have The hair, you have the power,
You've yet to have your haircut short,
Brians Hair
Parody by Tigerbabe
A hand above the blanket,
Your mother reaching for your books,
Is it raining I wonder?
Do I have to go out?
And everywhere people are going,
From every lonely livingroom,
The teachers are going,
Nothing but school,
One by one,
everyone goes when their young,
They dont realise it's good for them,
Life goes on... with school...
Another tricky bloody drawing,
I have to do it for art class,
And I find myself thinking,
Well, is it that hard to do?
Yes, it was such a bloody mathes class,
Forever doing all those sums,
Hell, I'm home in three hours,
I'll make my way through,
One by one,
Everyone goes when their young,
They dont realise it's good for them,
We'll remember...school forever...
And now the school day must be over,
I guess we'll someday understand,
The sence of us going,
Was for us to get 'plans',
And so we grace another day there,
And go to English one more time,
You mother's at the door,
And I aint ever, I'm never not going again,
One by one,
Everyone goes when their young,
They dont realise it's good for them,
School for you,
School for me,
Nothing But School.
Parody by Tigerbabe
Freddie- Now you've left us but we still love you so,
Freddie- Crazy I wonder why you had to go.
We've seen your heart ache,
We've seen your life break,
You never pleaded
Accepted your fate.
There was nothing anybody could do.
Freddie- Now you music's left to heal all the pain,
Freddie- And without you the band cannot be the same.
You had a hard life,
Fame wasn't easy.
Success and fortune,
Still you were needy.
You had it all, all you needed was love!
So was it hard on the stage,
With your whole life on parade?
They had you hung in the air,
They thought that you didn't care-
"It's only a rock star, all image, no feelings."
We saw your heart ache,
We saw your life break.
You never pleaded.
Accepted your fate.
Still, you kept working right up to the end.
(Freddie, Freddie)
Are you watching us where you are?
You must know, Freddie, how much we love you,
If only we could see the person you really were.
But in the end your story deeper it hides,
Deeper inside you wherever you are...
Parody by Tigerbabe
Every power cord thats strung,
Every beat that hits the drum,
It's a miracle.
All the roadies, jobs great & small,
Brians hair, & Freddies voice,
Thats a miracle.
The amounts of vodka that they've drank,
It's a wonder any of them survived at all,
It's a miracle.
Queen are having a miracle on earth,
While Crystal goes to get the drinks for us,
The Wonders of Queen go on,
The size of the crown lighting rig,
John Deacon & Roger Taylor,
Brian May lying pissed in a trailer
It's a miracle it's a miracle it's a miracle
It's a miracle
The one thing we're all waiting for,
is Freddie back to earth - music saved at all,
it's a miracle we need - the miracle
The miracle we're all waiting for today
If every wall in every hotel room, could tell a story that would be, a travestey,
If every child on every street, knew a Queen song, to every beat,
Thats a miracle
If all gods people could be free, to sing a Queen harmony,
It's a miracle
Queen are having a miracle on earth,
While Crystal gets all the drinks for us,
Un-lit gigs, and no-vodka
(But the Queenie's just seem to go on and on)
Sunday mornings with no gig for tea!
All the roadies, always fighting!
But someone just keeps on smiling
It's a miracle, it's a miracle, it's a miracle
(But the Queenie's just seem to go on and on)
It's a miracle it's a miracle it's a miracle
It's a Miracle
The one thing (the one thing) were all waiting for (We're all waiting for)
Is Freddie back to earth (Back to earth) Music saved at all (saved at all)
It's a miracle we need - the miracle
The miracle
Freddie back to earth & music saved at all today
That time will come one day you'll see when Freddie will return,
That time will come one day you'll see when Freddie will return,
That time will come one day you'll see when Freddie will return,
That time will come one day you'll see when Freddie will return,
Parody by Tigerbabe
God help us all with our worship of drummers,
How can you help us all with our worship of drummers,
They dont play piano and they dont play guitars,
But they look real good hitting the drums with sticks,
They better never grow old in our worship of drummers,
Or they'll be out of a drumkit in our worship of drummers,
No other music in our worship of drummers,
Roger rules in our worship of drummers,
Check your kit,
Check it's tuned,
A drumskin broke - oh dear,
But we still love you,
All you drumming dudes,
Yeah we still love you,
Your so f***ing cool,
Check your kit, check it's tuned, and it better be good,
Dont hit it too hard
you might break a drumstick,
No other music in our worship of drummers,
Roger rules in our worship of drummers,
Check your kit,
Check it's tuned,
It's going good - yeah,
And we still love you,
All you drumming dudes,
Yeah we still love you,
Your so f***ing cool,
You gotta hit the right drum in our worship of drummers,
You better think before you tune in our worship of drummers,
No other music in our worship of drummers,
Roger rules in our worship of drummers,
Our Worship of drummers.
Parody by Sweet Indigo
I'm going back to university soon. Hurrah!
Comfy duvet, what am I waking for
It's a new day, but I must sleep some more
On and on, will someone wake me up when it's gone half past four?
Another lecture that I did not attend
Do it next year, that's what I pretend
Scrounge around, tuition fees are making me so very poor
Exams must come,
Exams must come,
My lectures I'll be taping
My grades I will be scraping
And my tutor I'll run from
Whatever happens, all my grades are chance
All I remember was a drunken dance
On and on, does anybody know what we are studying?
I guess I'm learning examination fear
I'll soon be turning to a can of beer
And when the dawn is breaking
I'll discover my head's aching, so in pain
Exams must come,
Exams must come,
My lectures I'll be taping
My grades I will be scraping
And my tutor I'll run from
My essay's covered with the rings of coffee stains
Scribblings of yesterday, a zero for my pains
I will fail, my friends
Exams must come
Exams must come
I'll face it with a groan
I don't want to go home
Bring on exams
Ooh, stay up all night, and barely write
I really have to fight to carry on
Bring on exams
Bring on exams
Exams, exams must come...
Parody by Tigerbabe
Inspired by the "planet-sized afro" of Queen's John Deacon (from the
"Radio Ga Ga" music video)
And you've got an AFRO- you've got a big wig!
And you've got an AFRO- out of control
And you're hair is so big
And it won't stop growing
And there's nothin' you can do about it
Nothin' you can do no there's nothin' you can do about it
No there's nothin you can nothin' you can nothin' you can do about it
And you've got an AFRO- you've got a big wig!
And you've got an AFRO- out of control
And you think you're so cool
But it won't stop growing no there's nothin' you can do about it
Yeah
Hey he used to be a man the 70's hair
Long, soft and wavy, makes Sarah swoon!
And then he got it cut and clipped just like 'Birdman'
Short like a convict, under control
Now you've got a 'fro bigger than your head
You got huge hair and you don't need a hat!
You're gettin' in a mess
And your girl gets lairy when she's screaming in the night-
"John get off me you're just too hairy!"
AFRO! No brush in sight and it's getting
BIGGER! Out of control
And you think you're so cool
But it won't stop growing it just keeps getting bigger
And there's nothin you can nothin' you can nothin' you can do about it
When a great big 'fro meets an irate stylist
Big giant scissors, "DON'T cut the 'fro!"
Soon the tempers start raging makes John more than half crazy:
"DON't get the razor! DON'T cut the 'fro."
Women start freaking everywhere he turns
He can't stop walking cus he just gets mugged
He ain't got time to get his hair cut short
The 'fro's just growing too fast better get some gel
It's getting BIGGER!
AFRO! Out of control - yeah
And you think you're so cool
But it won't stop growing
And there's nothin you nothin' you nothin' you can do about it at all
Yeah yeah
Alright - grow!
And you've got an AFRO! Getting bigger
And you've got an AFRO! Out of control
And your hair is so BIG
'Cause it won't stop growing
There's nothin nothin' nothin' you can do about it
Ah ha
AFRO
Yeah yeah yeah
AFRO
AFRO
Parody by Tigerbabe
The drummer of a dream,
Blonde sexy & gleam,
With the cymbols for hittin',
And his voice - such a scream,
When I'm listening to him singing,
All I hear is that voice,
When my ears are fixated on your voice,
Oh, it's like I'm in heaven,
I'm in love with Roger,
Gotta thing for my favourite drummer,
Gotta grip on my sexy Rog pix,
Such a thrill when he plays the drums,
Told my mates I'd have to forget 'em,
Rather watch Roger play with his tigerpants on,
So they went off saying,
They hate Roger Taylor,
Roger dont say that,
Cos he cant hate himself now!
When I'm listening to him,
All I hear is the beat,
When I'm listening I'm comatose,
Just have to listen to to that voice made in heaven,
I'm in love with Roger,
Gotta thing for my favourite drummer,
I'm in love with Roger,
Tigerpants on my drummer of love.
Parody by Tigerbabe
Is this just music?
Must be a fantasy!
I've found a new world,
World of higher reality.
Open your ears,
Listen to the sound of Queen.
We're simple people,
We need no luxury,
But we need music fine,
Tunes divine.
Music fast,
Music slow.
Anywhere the beat goes, that is where my heart goes to too,
Goes too.
Mama, just seen a band.
'mazing music blew my head.
No new music, now it's dead.
Mama, they had everything,
But now they've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, why?
I don't mean to make you cry,
Just wonder why those Queen boys don't carry on,
Carry on, carry on,
Because music really matters!
Too late, It's not too late.
They could do it if they tried.
Make more music, make it right!
Please don't say goodbye, Queen don't have to go.
We want to hear more music, don't say no!
Queen, oooooh (music really matters),
Don't want the band to die,
Sometimes wish dear Freddie hadn't died at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a band.
Brian May, Brian May, will you play the Red Special?
Power driving riffs and rocking chords exciting me!
Roger Taylor, Roger Taylor,
He's the drummer, he's the drummer,
Pretty hair and baby face,
Hard bangin' beats!
Freddie's the singer, everybody loves him.
Freddie's the singer, born to be a frontman.
Powerful voice with a fantastic range!
Who is that, on the bass?
Pounding out the beat,
John Deacon! Fwooaar! He's wearing little shorts!
On the bass,
John Deacon- the rhythm's in his hands!
What a band! Those Queen boys,
They sure know how to rock!
Gods of rock,
Their music blows my head!
Live killers!
Rock rock rock rock rock rock rock!
Oh, Johnnie Deacon, Roger Taylor, Brian May and Freddie M!
They blow my mind,
Did a god of music give them life?
Them life,
Them life?!
So you gave us your music and just disappeared?
So you're gonna forget it and let Freddie's memory die?
Oh, baby!
Can't do this to us, Queen boys!
May be only three,
You can still bring Queen back to life!
Music really matters,
Set your music free,
Bring it back together,
Put it back together,
For me..?
Soon it may be too late...
Parody by Tigerbabe
Oh, oh people of the earth,
Listen to the poet,
The music he said,
Beware of the boybands that gather here,
Listen to the guitar man,
I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stage,
Dancing across with his hands in the air,
A man who composed till his mind went stale,
And a man with a heart for charity there,
I watched with love as he played with a gaze,
Hopes of good music not going to graves
I see such life, I head him say,
So bright is the face of every musicain
Oh, oh people of the earth,
Listen to the poet,
The drums he said,
For soon boybands will meet night and fall,
Summoned by your own guitar,
Oh, oh childern of our land,
Quickly listen to the music,
Take my hand,
Ooh, fly and find the new music now,
Return like a ehcoed chord
He told of chords as a art filled maze,
Taking the lost and finding a babe,
Late too late all fun has run,
These kings of music now counting their days,
From musics love is the guitarist changed,
Married his guitar his love, not rage,
The world will shake the guitar wont break,
And music all around will be your life,
Oh, oh people of the earth
Listen to the poet,
The vocals he said,
For those who hear and mark those words,
Listen to the music,
Oh oh oh oh - and one by one my musical zoo,
They'll be
Singing for to come,
Singing for to come,
Out of the scilence,
Oh, flee from the scilence,
Who heed not to me, let all you music make you,
Oh fear for the scilence,
Decive you not the musical life will take you,
Should love await you,
Oh, oh, people can you hear me (oh, oh, people can you hear me)
(oh, oh, people can you hear me)
Music I know (music I know)
Music I know (music I know)
Music I know (music I know)
Music I know that you can hear it (music I know that you can hear it)
(music I know that you can hear it)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
The earth will shake the guitar wont break wont break wont
Shake but wont break, wont break wont break,
(the earth will shake the guitar wont break wont break wont
shake but wont break wont break wont break)
(the earth will shake the guitar wont break wont break wont
shake but wont break wont break wont break)
Music all around around around around around around around around
(music all around around around around around around around around)
(music all around around around around around around around around)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Music I know (music I know) (music I know)
Wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh
(Wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh)
(Wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh wow ooh)
Listen to the music (listen to the music) (listen to the music)
Listen to the drum beats (listen to the drum beats) (listen to the drum beats)
Listen to the vocals (listen to the vocals) (listen to the vocals)
Listen to the guitar (listen to the guitar) (listen to the guitar)
Listen to the power chords (listen to the power chords) (listen to the power
chords)
Laa laa - la la la la laa laa (laa laa - la la la la laa laa)
La la la la laa laa (la la la la laa laa)
La la la la laa laa (la la la la laa laa)
La la la la laa laa (la la la la laa laa)
La la la la laa laa (la la la la laa laa)
La la la la laa laa (la la la la laa laa)
La la la la laa laa (la la la la laa laa)
La la laa laa (la la laa laa)
La la laa laa (la la laa laa)
La la (la la)
Come here (come here)
Music come here (music come here)
Music come here (music come here)
Music (aah)
Aah (aah)
Ahaa (ahaa)
Aah (aah)
Ahaa (ahaa)
Listen to the poet (listen to the poet)
Listen to the poet (listen to the poet)
Listen to the poet (listen to the poet)
Listen to Brian May (listen to Brian May)
God gave Brian the music to purge this place
And peace all around be his reward
oh oh children of the land
Brian's still the answer, take my hand
The vision fades a voice I hear
"Listen to Brian May"
Ooh, but I still wonder and still dare not,
laugh at Brian May