Lookee Dere!, Lookee Dere!!
Spummage Supremium!!!
I hit paydirt with hi-octane gold ore content!
And as an added extra, listen to this if you want to hear
the all-time worst 30 seconds of air time ever recorded
in the history of so-called radio.
worst_30.mp3 ~250K
I also included the lyrics to the songs below
for those who may not know them.
Please try to not laugh too hard
whilst listening to these parodies.
We wouldn't want you to hurt yerself.
IRregardless, we cannot be held liable
for anything at all, ever.
p.s. If I can find a link to the original
source material for this parodial goldmine,
I'll post it somewherez.
And now, we return you to
your so-called Life,
already in progress.... more or less
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In My neverending webbish wanderings, lustful and otherWise, I ran across a site
by the name of Mo'z Art
that is run by a salt and pepper team named
Ima Dais and Wolfe Ghange. (no relation, I'm (pretty) sure)
And they doo know how to doo the Spummage.
Makes so-called SoCal MickeyX look like the
amateur wannaBE Idiot Xtremis he is. And Fellini, et al., as well.
Yep. They'z ALL gonna weep into their beerz and wino tonite.
Mikey ain't gonna BE none too happy at all to hear aboot this.
Putz them all to shame, in more ways than one.
BE aware that these audio files are rather large in size.
But well worth the download time if you have the bandwidth.
They were apparently taken from a recent David John Oates
Reverse Speech show and then parodied like there's no tomorrow.
First off, Michael Theroux is parodied to the tune of The Cars' "Drive".
Excellently fabricated considering there wasn't much to work with as source.
Although, if you listen carefully, and engage the thinking part of
your brain, you just might find a gem, or two. And if you listen closely,
you might notice call-ins by racists Sandra and Fellini.
drive_mt.mp3 ~9 Mb
Secondly, we have, yet again, Michael Theroux trying to star in
a flawless renditional parody to the tune of Animotion's "Obsession".
Oh, The Feud! And I and My minions are supposedly the ones who
"Can't get over The Feud". Yeah, right. When was the last time
you heard Me talk about the so-called "Feud". Before now, that is.
Will it never end? I hope not. Enjoy.
feud_obsession.mp3 ~8.5 Mb
And last, but certainly not least, except for the inclusion of
more of Michael Theroux's crappage, we have even more parody sung to
the tune of Jimmy Buffet's "Fruitcakes". Is that apropos, or what?
I suggest you take particular care whilst listening to this
polished diamond in the rough. Me thinks someone's ever-loose lipz
sank a ship or two here. Especially so after they had their drink
of "orange juice"? *wink* *wink* Oh, The Horror. *laffz*
Seriously, tho, when some people ain't none too brite, they seem to
at least BE good at dooing that. What a banana bunch of Idiotz!
Whilst some people STILL keep trying to get others to BElieve "we" were
the original Feud Puppet Masters, I guess that evidently makes Mikey
et al. the behind-the-scenes Finger Puppet Brigade WannaBE's who
couldn't even doo that right. So sad.
mt_fruitcakes.mp3 ~10 Mb
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Fruitcakes
by Jimmy Buffett
--spoken:
You know I was talking to my friend desdemona the other day she
Runs this space station and bake shop down near boomtown. she told
Me that human beings are flawed individuals. the cosmic bakers
Took us out of the oven a little too early. and that's the
Reason we're as crazy as we are and I believe it.
Take for example when you go to the movies these days, you know.
They try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered
Down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I don't want it.
I don't want that much organziation in my life.
I don't want other people thinking for me.
I want my junior mints. where did the junior mints go in the
Movies. I don't want a 12 lb. nestle's crunch for 25 dollars. i
Want junior mints.
We need more fruitcakes in this world and less bakers!
We need people that care! I'm mad as hell! and I don't want to
Take it anymore!
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in california where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides
They've got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontasaurs, chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
Speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work.
We lost our martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the galaxy (fruitcakes in the galaxy)
Fuitcakes on the earth (fruitcakes on the earth)
Struttin' naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
Religion! religion! oh, there's a thin line between saturday
Night and sunday morning. here we go now.
Alright, alter boys.
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(continued....)
Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa
Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the muslim in him, she's catholic ain't she?
It's the born again look it's the wasp and the jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't gotta clue
--spoken:
Now here comes the big ones. relationships! we all got 'em, we
All want 'em. what do we do with 'em?
Here we go, I'll tell ya.
She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin' bug
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
The future. captain's log, stardate two thousand and something.
We're seven years from the millenium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley kubrick and his buddy hal
Now don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my bob marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get jah lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey.
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
That's right, you too. yeah those crumbs are spread all around
This universe. I've seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in santa
Monica rollerskate naked through the crosswalk. down in new
Orleans in the french market there are fruitcakes like you cannot
Believe. new york, forget it. fruitcake city. down island, we've got
Fruitcakes. spread them crumbs around. that's right, we want
'em around. keep bakin' baby. keep bakin'.
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