Re-lyric a song....

[maycontainthunder]

Who fancies a go?

Firstly this can ruin a song for you so you may not want to read the new lyrics.

I'll start the thread off with this;

Original;

And the new lyrics about a hungry cat...

I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you

But it's gonna take bunny
A whole lotta fluffy bunny
It's gonna take plenty of bunny
To feed me right, human

It's gonna take tuna
A whole lot of delicious tuna
It's gonna take kibble and tuna, mmm
To feed me, To feed me, To feed me, To feed me, To feed me
To feed me right, human

I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you

And this tuna I know it's for real
The hunger that I feel
I know if I put my mind to it
I know that I really can move it

I got my behind sat on you
(Sat on you)
I got my behind sat on you
(Sat on you)

But it's gonna take bunny
A whole lotta fluffy bunny
It's gonna take plenty of bunny
To feed me right, human

It's gonna take tuna
Whole lot of delicious tuna
It's gonna take kibble and tuna, mmm
To feed me, To feed me, To feed me, To feed me, To feed me
To feed me right

I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you

And this tuna I know it's for real
The hunger that I feel
I know if I put my mind to it
I know that I really can move it

But it's gonna take bunny
A whole lotta fluffy bunny
It's gonna take plenty of bunny
To feed me right, human

It's gonna take a-tuna
A whole lot of delicious tuna
It's gonna take kibble and tuna, mmm
To feed me, To feed me, To feed me, To feed me, To feed me
To feed me right

(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)

(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)

I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you
I got my behind sat on you

(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)
(Sat on you)

 

[1ForAll]

The lyrics of Julie Andrews "My Favorite Things" seemed really too girly for our 12 year old to sing a few years ago he said, so he created his own version then:


Pat-terns and Pitch-es And Rou-tines and num-bers
Pik-a-chu blan-kets and new You-Tube mem-bers
Lights a-glow, gifts and bliss that Christ-mas brings
These are a few of my fa-vor-ite things

Crisp pump-kin patch-es, chal-leng-ing corn ma-zes
Nin-ten-do Switch-es and sil-ly fact phra-ses
Boun-cy hous-es where the kids laugh and sing
These are a few of my fa-vor-ite things

Tan or blue dress pants and plain col-ored po-los
Ro-blox, Boo, Yo-shi and me play-ing so-los
Sci-ence cool pro-jects, chil-drens mu-se-ums
These are a few of my fa-vor-ite things

When apps freeze up When things are changed When my sens-es flare
I will just re-mem-ber my fa-vor-ite things And they will al-ways be there.

 

[Nervous Rex]

This is called "contrafactum" - the substitution of one text for another without substantial change to the music.

 

[Thinx]

Wow you read my cat's mind and put it to music... although, she says actually George Harrison stole that song from her when she was just starting out. In an earlier lifetime, obviously. She says he had a full on kibble addiction back then and needed to score a baggie of it one way or another. He's not so kum-by-ya as he looks, she asserts.

 

[Callistemon]

@maycontainthunder, I have been itching to contribute to this thread for days but was unfortunately busy plastering, recovering from plastering, and doing 100 chores before now. But here goes.

Brett and I always make up things around language, such as re-doing lyrics on the go etc. Once we were walking the neighbour's Border Collie - which we used to do when we lived in town (this is before we moved to the country and got our own dog) - and he got into the agricultural drain for a swim, while there was an algal bloom there and anaerobic mud. He just seemed to love getting super smelly in all sorts of ways and would roll in disgusting stuff. So we just started re-writing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...

ODE TO SMELLY DOGS EVERYWHERE

Stinky stinky little dog
You smell evil like a hog
You decide to bathe in mud
And to roll in horrid crud
Stinky stinky little dog
You smell evil like a hog

(To be sung to the melody of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)

PS: This is an odious odorous ode.

 

[maycontainthunder]

And this one has a food and Aussie theme ;

With hot sauce and covered in outback dust
Gonna go to the barbeque that's the best
When they weigh me down with kangaroo pie
Goin' up to the wombat in the sky

Goin' up to the wombat in the sky (wombat in the sky)
That's where I'm gonna go with kangaroo pie (when I fry)
With hot sauce and covered in outback dust
I'm gonna go to the barbeque that's the best

Prepare yourself, you know there’s beer
Gotta have a friend in killer spiders
So you know that when you fry
He's gonna recommend you to the wombat in the sky (wombat in the sky)

Whoa, he'll recommend you to the wombat in the sky
That's where you're gonna go when you fry (when you fry)
When you fry, and catch a tasty pest
You're gonna go to the barbeque that's the best

Never had a pet koala, I'll endeavour
I've got a friend in killer spiders
So you know that when I fry
He's gonna set me up with the wombat in the sky

Whoa, set me up with the wombat in the sky (wombat in the sky)
That's where I'm gonna go for kangaroo pie (when I fry)
With hot sauce and covered in outback dust
I'm gonna go to the barbeque that's the best
Go to the barbeque that's the best

 

[Callistemon]

Oh, that's excellent, @maycontainthunder!

It's also so like Men At Work's Downunder in feel.

OK, I've got something very silly for you...

It all started when bought a new game last year - it looked promising:

You have to explain concepts like emotional intimacy, emergency room and vacuum in "Neanderthal-speak" - you're only allowed to use single syllable words in your sentences and if you slip up and use multi-syllable words you get hit with an inflatable cudgel.

In our initial run-through, just the two of us playing, we found it was more fun (and more egalitarian) to share the inflatable cudgel so that the guesser can hit the poet for accidentally using words containing more than one syllable, but ADDITIONALLY the poet can hit the guesser for really stupid guesses.

There's an optional activity where you have to do fill-in-the-blanks poetry, and you get hit or not depending on how the others like your finished poem. The poetry cards can't be called poetry cards because poetry has three syllables, so they're called "Grok's Words of Love and Sad" cards.

Here's an example (fill with single syllable words only):

Grok'n'Roll

Grok love make loud sound
Grok throw ______ on to ground
Grok hit drum with ______ in hand
Grok start first ______ band.

Hours of fun.

After that, of course, we were trying to re-write Cure lyrics in Neanderthal-speak. We made the discovery that Friday I'm In Love is already mostly Neanderthal-speak. Here goes:

Day Five Me In Love
Please note: Day Five is last day of work week!

Me no care if Day One blue
Day Two grey and Day Three too
Day Four me no care for you
On Day Five me in love

Day One you can hack off part
Day Two, Day Three break my heart
Day Four does not start to start
On Day Five me in love

Day Six wait
And Last Day e'er comes too late
But Day Five ne'er pause to wait

Me no care if Day One black
Day Two, Day Three heart stop whack
Day Four ne'er me look back
On Day Five me in love

That was easy, and within the rules, even if it ended up sounding like a bit of a cross between Neanderthal-speak and a drunken mathematician who enjoys reading Wordsworth. We chose to include ne'er (and e'er) because it's become a word outright with different and more elevated connotations than the original "never" rather than being a simple contraction like don't, and it has just one spoken syllable, but if you want to quibble, just substitute not.

Brett says that the ease with which this song was translated entirely into one-syllable words probably helps to explain its great popularity with the general public. (We don't particularly like it, and cringe at the official video, so I've not posted the original song...but I'm sure everyone has heard it one hundred million times already...)

We need to do something more complex like the lyrics to Disintegration. I'll just start with the title: Is when you fall to bits. The rest is a bit more challenging and I see no hope of preserving any semblance of the metre or rhyme there.

 

[maycontainthunder]

Oh, that's excellent, @maycontainthunder!

It's also so like Men At Work's Downunder in feel.

OK, I've got something very silly for you...

It all started when bought a new game last year - it looked promising:

You have to explain concepts like emotional intimacy, emergency room and vacuum in "Neanderthal-speak" - you're only allowed to use single syllable words in your sentences and if you slip up and use multi-syllable words you get hit with an inflatable cudgel.

In our initial run-through, just the two of us playing, we found it was more fun (and more egalitarian) to share the inflatable cudgel so that the guesser can hit the poet for accidentally using words containing more than one syllable, but ADDITIONALLY the poet can hit the guesser for really stupid guesses.

There's an optional activity where you have to do fill-in-the-blanks poetry, and you get hit or not depending on how the others like your finished poem. The poetry cards can't be called poetry cards because poetry has three syllables, so they're called "Grok's Words of Love and Sad" cards.

Here's an example (fill with single syllable words only):

Grok'n'Roll

Grok love make loud sound
Grok throw ______ on to ground
Grok hit drum with ______ in hand
Grok start first ______ band.

Hours of fun.

After that, of course, we were trying to re-write Cure lyrics in Neanderthal-speak. We made the discovery that Friday I'm In Love is already mostly Neanderthal-speak. Here goes:

Day Five Me In Love
Please note: Day Five is last day of work week!

Me no care if Day One blue
Day Two grey and Day Three too
Day Four me no care for you
On Day Five me in love

Day One you can hack off part
Day Two, Day Three break my heart
Day Four does not start to start
On Day Five me in love

Day Six wait
And Last Day e'er comes too late
But Day Five ne'er pause to wait

Me no care if Day One black
Day Two, Day Three heart stop whack
Day Four ne'er me look back
On Day Five me in love

That was easy, and within the rules, even if it ended up sounding like a bit of a cross between Neanderthal-speak and a drunken mathematician who enjoys reading Wordsworth. We chose to include ne'er (and e'er) because it's become a word outright with different and more elevated connotations than the original "never" rather than being a simple contraction like don't, and it has just one spoken syllable, but if you want to quibble, just substitute not.

Brett says that the ease with which this song was translated entirely into one-syllable words probably helps to explain its great popularity with the general public. (We don't particularly like it, and cringe at the official video, so I've not posted the original song...but I'm sure everyone has heard it one hundred million times already...)

We need to do something more complex like the lyrics to Disintegration. I'll just start with the title: Is when you fall to bits. The rest is a bit more challenging and I see no hope of preserving any semblance of the metre or rhyme there.

I was listening to Spirit in the Sky and wombat popped into my head. I've got four others I'm sort of working on but only two are postable. Leave Disintegration with me and I'll see how badly I can mess with it.

 

[Callistemon]

Oh, hahaha, that sounds great! It will be nice to see what you come up with! Bwahahahaha!

And meanwhile I have for you - Cure song / album titles done "opposite" - see which ones you can decipher successfully!

Three Real Girls
71 Eons
Agnosticism
Catechism
The Bottom
Foot On The Floor
Hit Me, Hit Me, Hit Me
Reintegration
Fulfillment
An Even Temperament
Lymphpotatoes
The Disease
13:4 Reality

Also:

Hide
Calcutta
Inuit Shouting
The Emu: Extinguish
Break The Line: A-Sides & Common Things
Pamphlet
Random Selection
Dead In Jekyll Drive

 

[maycontainthunder]

Attempt number one at Disintegration by the Cure now about a cook who can't stop snacking;

Oh I miss the kiss of treacle
The shameless click of the pantry door
The soft and the black and the sticky
Feeling heavy against my inside

And drooling for all things chewy
And rolling out thickening kneed
As bit by bit yeast starts to feed
To just let grow
Into my party slice

Oh I miss the kiss of treacle
The aching kiss before I feed
The stench of a ginger and yeast

And the sound my tummy makes
When it the cheese is cut deep
The holding up on blended cheese
The addiction of cream cheese

As bit by bit yeast starts to feed
To just let grow
Into my party slice

I never said I would leave you any
So I leave you with a jelly baby not hoping for more
Screening flour like this in the hope of a scone
Screening it over and over and over
I leave you with crumbs

Pictures of finger lickery
Stains on the worktop and
Stains on the cutlery
Songs about stickyness mixed in dreams
When I make broth anew
How the blending would be...

So it's come back round to breaking eggs again
Breaking apart I've filled up the bowl again
Eating it up behind your back again
Holding my breath for the beer pancake again

Hiding it behind my back again
Cut in deep to the heart of the scone again
Pound and pound and pound
And it's crumbling apart again
Pavlova and over and over

Now that I know that I'm cutting slices
I'll pull out a jam tart
And I'll feed it to myself
Crying with indigestion
Chocolates cry for the love of the sprinkles
And the three beers from everyone

Chewing through pie
Looking at the stain on the ceiling
Through the sweet tooth in your mouth
Through the crust of my pie
Hidden from your eyes

It's easier for me to get closer to the fridge
Than ever eat scotch eggs whole again
I never said it would blend
I knew I wouldn’t leave you with jelly babies or anything

Eating this whole with sincerity
Screaming for pavlova and over and over
I leave you with crumbs
Pictures of finger lickery

Stains on the stove and
Stains on the worktop
Songs about stickyness mixed in dreams

When I make broth anew
How the blend always is
How the blend always is
How the blend always is
How the blend always is
How the blend always is

All gone!
All gone!
All gone!

 

[Callistemon]

That was amazingly fast and it totally works bwahahaha! Love the "Pavlova over and over" bit especially. I can really imagine this in Robert Smith's voice, in my head...

 

[maycontainthunder]

That was amazingly fast and it totally works bwahahaha! Love the "Pavlova over and over" bit especially. I can really imagine this in Robert Smith's voice, in my head...

The inspiration was treachery which was a little bit like treacle and from there the theme came to me... and made me hungry!

 

[Callistemon]

You're really good at this! Were you ever a fan of Weird Al Yankovic? ...you guys could write together. Got any favourites by him?

 

[maycontainthunder]

You're really good at this! Were you ever a fan of Weird Al Yankovic? ...you guys could write together. Got any favourites by him?

Let's just say that you caught me when my brain was firing instead of farting.

I've heard a few of Weird Al's works. He needs to add in more mischief though!

 

[Nervous Rex]

We made the discovery that Friday I'm In Love is already mostly Neanderthal-speak. Here goes:

Day Five Me In Love
Please note: Day Five is last day of work week!

Me no care if Day One blue
Day Two grey and Day Three too
Day Four me no care for you
On Day Five me in love

. . .

That. Is. Amazing!!!

I have to share this with my family. We have Poetry For Neanderthal's and we love that game.

 

[tkcartoonist]

I would post something, but it likely would not be PG-13 so I probably won't.

Has anyone heard of the site amiright.com? They would have people post stuff like parodies, misheard lyrics, and such. Out of curiosity, I checked to see if it was still around because I hadn't thought about it in 15 years, and there it was. I posted a parody song on there once but I'm not going to link to it because I made it when I was 17 and it's terrible.

 

[Nervous Rex]

Has anyone heard of the site amiright.com? They would have people post stuff like parodies, misheard lyrics, and such.

By the way, misheard lyrics are called “mondegreens”, after people who heard the Scottish ballad "The Bonny Earl of Murray" (from Thomas Percy's 1765 book Reliques of Ancient English Poetry), and misheard the words "layd him on the green" as "Lady Mondegreen".

‘Splaination: Mondegreen - Wikipedia

 

[Nervous Rex]

@Callistemon, I “sang” (in quotes because I sing terribly) your “Day Six Me In Love” to my wife and one of my children. They laughed their heads off.

 

[Callistemon]

@Callistemon, I “sang” (in quotes because I sing terribly) your “Day Six Me In Love” to my wife and one of my children. They laughed their heads off.

I'm so glad that endorphin levels went up for you guys! It's that kind of thread. Last night we gave our house guests that game to take to their bedroom and while we prepared dinner, we could hear them talking in single syllables, hitting each other, and laughing riotously!

They said it works much better in English, is much too hard in Spanish due to comparative lack of one-syllable words...

Speaking of this thread - here's a take I found on an AC/DC classic:

 

[maycontainthunder]

And changed to someone singing about how much they hate being on a forced diet with a locked fridge-freezer. Some lyrics have been left alone because they fit perfectly.

You only see numbers your eyes want to see
How can dieting be what I want it to be?
You’re mean
When the fridge isn’t open

I’m so annoyed with how much I get
You waste my time with dieting and gherkins
You're mean
When the fridge isn’t open

Mmm mmm mmm
If I could melt the lock
Mmm mmm mmm
We'd never be apart
Mmm mmm mmm
Give the key to me
Mmm mmm mmm
You hold the key

Now there's no way I’m eating the beetroot
And you should know I suffer the salad
If I eat you
My spirit will be broken

Love is fried chicken, I need to fry
Let me have all the beef inside of this pie
You're mean
When the fridge isn’t open

Mmm mmm mmm
If I could melt the lock
Mmm mmm mmm
We'd never be apart
Mmm mmm mmm
Give the key to me
Mmm mmm mmm
You hold the key

You only see numbers your eyes want to see
How can dieting be what I want it to be?
You're mean
When the fridge isn’t open

Mmm mmm mmm
If I could melt the lock
Mmm mmm mmm
We'd never be apart
Mmm mmm mmm
Give ice cream to me
Mmm mmm mmm
You hold the key

If I could melt the lock
Mmm mmm mmm
We'd never be apart
Mmm mmm mmm
Give ice cream to me
Mmm mmm mmm
You hold the key
If I could melt the lock