Song Parodies -> Atom Smash
| Original Song Title: | "Monster Mash" |
| Original Performer: | Bobby 'Boris' PIckett |
| Parody Song Title: | "Atom Smash" |
| Parody Written by: | John A. Barry |
They'd been working in the lab, day and night,
Had no fries, cheese melts, nary a bite.
There's a monster psychopath who seeks the prize
Of mushroom clouds reaching the skies.
They did the smash, they did the atom smash,
The atom smash; they gave up lots of cash
To do the smash and make a blinding flash,
They did the smash, they did the atom smash.
In the laboratory, North Korea's east
There's a madman head case, who'd be best deceased.
This ghoul insane looks like a fuzzy troll,
Pesters the dolt who the elect stole.
They did the smash, they did the atom smash,
The atom smash; the people got no cash,
So they eat grass, if lucky, or else trash,
They feel the lash; Dear Leader eats foie grash.
This zombie's the halfwit son
Of parted mad Kim Il Sung.
The pest's imbued with West; man's
Jackin' to WASP-waist hons.
People eat rocks 'n' they are digging the grounds.
Keeps 'em in chains, backs bent in slavish bounds.
The coffin-makers, they continue to thrive
'Cause devoid of food, ya kick, can't survive.
They do the smash while millions starve and pass,
Then thrown like trash into a graveyard gash.
So have a splash, p*ss caught in your one glass.
Dear Leader's glass--a brandy monster splash.
Shout that he's god, their clear wack-job king.
Dear Leader's troubled by lust. . .can't swing
Or coax a kiss from good-lookin' miss,
So he makes himself happy with his hand: sylph-mania fist.
People eat mash, they eat a mud-stir mash;
He sips sour mash and pays in greenbacks cash;
He's got a stash, which he pours down the gash,
His facial slash, where courses cognac cache.
His slaves'd relish gruel, scrabblin' on the parched land,
While this monster a**hole is livin' style grand.
Hard to be living when you have no stew.
To arrest at your door, telltale corps: SS II.*
Meanwhile they smash, they do the atom smash;
They'll have a blast. People have no repast,
So they must fast; leaders of China's mass
Are kinda crass: they smooch this monster's ass.
[fade on contrasting sounds of haute cuisine being gourmandized and straw, mud being devoured]
*Roman numeral
Had no fries, cheese melts, nary a bite.
There's a monster psychopath who seeks the prize
Of mushroom clouds reaching the skies.
They did the smash, they did the atom smash,
The atom smash; they gave up lots of cash
To do the smash and make a blinding flash,
They did the smash, they did the atom smash.
In the laboratory, North Korea's east
There's a madman head case, who'd be best deceased.
This ghoul insane looks like a fuzzy troll,
Pesters the dolt who the elect stole.
They did the smash, they did the atom smash,
The atom smash; the people got no cash,
So they eat grass, if lucky, or else trash,
They feel the lash; Dear Leader eats foie grash.
This zombie's the halfwit son
Of parted mad Kim Il Sung.
The pest's imbued with West; man's
Jackin' to WASP-waist hons.
People eat rocks 'n' they are digging the grounds.
Keeps 'em in chains, backs bent in slavish bounds.
The coffin-makers, they continue to thrive
'Cause devoid of food, ya kick, can't survive.
They do the smash while millions starve and pass,
Then thrown like trash into a graveyard gash.
So have a splash, p*ss caught in your one glass.
Dear Leader's glass--a brandy monster splash.
Shout that he's god, their clear wack-job king.
Dear Leader's troubled by lust. . .can't swing
Or coax a kiss from good-lookin' miss,
So he makes himself happy with his hand: sylph-mania fist.
People eat mash, they eat a mud-stir mash;
He sips sour mash and pays in greenbacks cash;
He's got a stash, which he pours down the gash,
His facial slash, where courses cognac cache.
His slaves'd relish gruel, scrabblin' on the parched land,
While this monster a**hole is livin' style grand.
Hard to be living when you have no stew.
To arrest at your door, telltale corps: SS II.*
Meanwhile they smash, they do the atom smash;
They'll have a blast. People have no repast,
So they must fast; leaders of China's mass
Are kinda crass: they smooch this monster's ass.
[fade on contrasting sounds of haute cuisine being gourmandized and straw, mud being devoured]
*Roman numeral
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Fantastic! Super creative, skewers lil' Kim butt good, honors the original to the nth... in sum.. simply smashing!
This is nuclear ! Smashing job of Halloweening and updating this old acorn...
lots scarier than the original
Many thanks, TJC, AFW, Alvin.
I must agree with TJC, AFW and alvin. My favorite line was "smooch this monsters ass"!
what alvin said - and at least Saddam and Hitler were rational - this guy's a certified lunatic - 555
What EVERYONE said.
Very funny and clever too. Nicely done.
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