Thanks to Faiz's mention of Kiss From a Rose, I spent a large part of yesterday afternoon singing:Baaaaaabay, I've got free kicks in the balls for your mates.

To Tom Petty's American Girl, instead of:Oh yeah, all rightTake it easy, babyMake it last all night (make is last all night)She was an American girlI sing:It puts the lotionOn its skin orElse it gets the hose again (gets the hose again)Was she a great big fat person

you-ooo-oooh, you're sexier on fire.

more of a parody, but in school i used to break off some test tube baby, to the tune of ice, ice baby.i only remember a few lines:alright, stop, inseminate & listenscience is back with a brand new invention&will it ever stopyo i don't knowfillin' up the fridges with embryo

Ryan Electrocution wrote:Substitution for Steve Miller's lyric big 'ol jet airlinerActually that's Steve covering Paul Pena. I think Paul was always appreciative, though Paul's finally-released version is to my ear better.Anyway, carrion (my wayward son).

That song died in your arms by some melodramatic British people: Oh-o I, I just died in your arms tonight/It must have been somethin' I ateThat song Disorder by Joy Division: I've been waiting for a guy to come and take me by the hand/show me sensations make me feel the pleasures of a quarterback.

jimmy spako wrote:more of a parody, but in school i used to break off some test tube baby, to the tune of ice, ice baby.i only remember a few lines:alright, stop, inseminate & listenscience is back with a brand new invention&will it ever stopyo i don't knowfillin' up the fridges with embryoIt's like Weird Al, but he would never make that a record because it's not about food or a TV show.

This thread rules.Pink Floyd - DogsRoger Waters wrote:And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand...And in the end you'll ca-ca, fly down south, hide your head in the sandPrince - When Doves CryPrince wrote:Maybe you're just like my mother, she's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)Maybe you're just like my mother, she likes her chicken fried (she likes her chicken fried)

Whenever there's a song with the lyric heart in it, I change it to fart--it makes for a fairly fun game amidst trite lyrics. Ie: Closer To The Fart, My Fart Will Go On And On, Listen To My Fart, Two Farts Together, etc. If they can put heart into every third mainstream song, surely I can put fart into every third mainstream song.

Substitution for Steve Miller's lyric big 'ol jet airliner: big 'ol scary vagina. A lyric that you can relate to when you repent one too many drunken nights next to someone you are a little less thrilled to see that next sober morning....