A lyrical trip down memory lane - Part 1

A long, long time ago, my friend Mark and I got into the lyrical parody business. Of course, the only customers were... us. Mark attended Marquette University in Milwaukee, WI. He was my best friend all through grade school and high school. I would come up to visit him and we would do crazy things like... write parody lyrics to some of our favorite songs. OK, so maybe it wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but you gotta admit, some of them were pretty funny. Classics that came to mind were "Perish" for "Cherish" (a ditty about S&M and Bondage), "La Isla Burrito" for "Bonita" (an homage to Mexican food), and, especially "Smoke," our take on "Vogue." Naturally, as you can tell, Madonna was our favorite subject. She was too easy (literally) to parody. The words just flowed through our fingertips. Here, then is the first installment of those lyrics. Should you enjoy them, I will post more. You just have to let me know. :) Smoke By far, this one is my favorite. It just worked SO well. The premise is a bit odd, of course... and it seems to sometimes switch off between being pro-smoking and anti-smoking.. but I think we did good with it. Enjoy. Strike a match Strike a match Smoke... Smoke Look around, everywhere you turn it's smoky It's everywhere that you go (Look around) You have tried the same old thing to break that habit A thousand times in a row (All in a row) All else has failed but you'd still rather be Smoking more than you did today I know a place where you can puff away It's called a dancefloor And here's what it's for So come on, smoke Ruin your lungs more to the music Hack, hack, hack Come on, smoke! Let your body flow in the cloud Way to be a chimney!! All you need are your cigarettes and lighter All for a buck ninety-four (Buck ninety-four) Puff inside, Don't forget your exhalation Or else you'll drop to the floor It makes no difference if they're Marlboro Lights Or a carton of Mores If the smoke is puffing, it'll make you feel right But, hey don't look now You're an awful sight You know it (Chorus) Glamour is exciting That is why you keep on lighting You think it's so wonderful Smoking makes you feel beautiful Magical, life's a ball, but Babe, you got it all wrong You smoke And let your lungs rot to the music Flick your Bic Have a stroke And let the tar fill up your lungs If you don't try to stop it Smoke Here is where you find it Rot to the music Smoke Here is where you find it Fill up your lungs Now 100's Marlboro They're both great, don't you know? Camel Lights Virginia Slims Very sleek, very trim. Kent, More, Lucky Strike In your car or on your bike Puff away, you don't care Marijuana, to dance on air! This is style? This is grace? Yellow teeth? Dirty face? Vantage Lights, a pack of True How can anyone kiss you? Ladies with an attitude Fellas that are in the mood Don't just stand there, Get down to it Strike a match, a child can do it. Smoke. Smoke. Puff to the music Oooh.. you've got to let your lungs puff to the music Oooh.. you've got to puff Let your lungs rot when you smoke Oooh... You've got to... Smoke.