-> "Super-Creepy-Make-'em-Sleepy-Comic-Conning-Cosby!"
Original Song Title:
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"
Parody Song Title:
"Super-Creepy-Make-'em-Sleepy-Comic-Conning-Cosby!"
The Lyrics
He’s—
Super-creepy-make-‘em-sleepy-comic-conning Cosby!
Uber-douchey Roofie Man’s now famously faux-paws-y
Slipped ‘em Mickeys, got ‘em sticky, flauntin’ mucho laws, he’s
Super-creepy-make-‘em-sleepy-comic-conning Cosby!
Um diddle diddle, diddle um, diddle ay x4
Since pestilential predators may lurk ‘neath smiling face
I’ve sent along this warning song ‘bout just that sort of case—
Though you may think you’ve met some letchy louts with loads of nerve
They’re Mother ‘effing choir-boys compared to this here perv—
He’s—
Super-creepy-make-‘em-sleepy-comic-conning Cosby!
Loves to wine-n-dine and then to grind on all the squaws, he’s
Hidden nearly every hint he’s anti-Santa Claus’y
Super-creepy-make-‘em-sleepy-comic-conning Cosby!
Hum diddle itle itle hum diddle lie x 2
Bum diddle it’ll dribble Lord of the ‘Flies’ x 2
No leading lady-starlet-extra-actress-ingenue
Escaped Bill’s ‘doctored’ drinks or dodged his Huxtable ‘fondu’
It started in the ’60’s when with Jello shots and gall
He drugged Lucy and Ethyl and commenced to have a Ball
That—
Dude’s a creep, he ‘feraled’ Streep—did Sophie have a choice? No!
Paula Dean he Ketamine’d then kami-Cosby’d Waldo
Even bedded Mr. Ed with Lassie and Geraldo!
Founded Ashley Madison then leaked it for guffaws, D’Oh!
Hum diddle itle itle hum diddle lie
Bum diddle it’ll dribble Bum diddle aye
Now, you *can* say it backwards, which is ‘Soci'pathic-‘sogynistic-deviant-abuser’,
But that’s going a bit to far, don’t you think?
“Skindubitably!”
Now California’s court’s affirmed ol’ Bill must testify
O’re ‘minor’ indiscretions ‘tween that Playboy bunny’s thighs
It seems Bill’s met his Wadder-loo, and this is what he dreads:
[Spoken] I’m thinkin’: A jury full of Bobbitts armed by Glor-i-a Allred!
[Slapped, speaks:] Sorry dear, I mean Megyn Kelly [Wife smiles]
Those—
Armies of complainants light their torches nearly nightly
Marching on Bill’s castle for behavior most unsightly
“Kill that ‘Mons’-ter!”, cries the crowd, “A boorish, baneful, blight, he!”
“Pitchforks ho! We’re aiming low—
Fat Albert you can BITE ME!” <
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