LAST EDITED ON 08-17-09 AT 08:57 AM (EST)LAST EDITED ON 08-16-09 AT 07:44 PM (EST)
I've come up with a parody of "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch," only the mean one is Natalie. I got the original lyrics off of the Dr. Seuss Web Page. Read the parody and tell me how you like it -- or if you do.
You're a mean one, Natalie.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Natalie.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Natalie.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Natalie.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Natalie.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Natalie.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, Natalie.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Natalie.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Natalie.
You're the queen of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Natalie.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Natalie.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Natalie.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
LAST EDITED ON 08-19-09 AT 06:47 PM (EST)
How about
"They're coming to take me away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
They're coming to take me away...."
Or
"Sitting on the clothes drier,
Tossing my microphone into the bay,
Ohhh I'm sitting on the clothes drier,
Cause Jeffie's just a big old Ofay."
"I got nothing left to live for,
And look like nothin's gonna come my way,
Now I'm headed out the BB backdoor,
'cause Grodner won't do what I say...."
"Sitting on the clothes drier,"
Wasting tiiiiiiiime,"
"A dum dum dee dum,
da dum da dum da dee dum,"
(Apologies to Otis Redding and Steve Cropper).