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Song Parodies -> "When the corne is out of Parc and Venton"
Original Song Title:
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"
Original Performer:
Julie Andrews (Mary Poppins)
Parody Song Title:
"When the corne is out of Parc and Venton"
Parody Written by:
Peter Andersson a.k.a K1chyd
The Lyrics
This is my entry for the "When the corne is out of Parc an Venton" thread/competition.
Loose translation of this 17:th century phrase: "Once the field has been harvested..."
Loose translation of this 17:th century phrase: "Once the field has been harvested..."
I'll...
Praise the Lord cos when the corne is out of parc and venton
at the market it will bring at least some 50 cent 'n'
harvest me a fortune's something I am rather bent on
and I'll be there when the corne is out of parc and venton
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay...
Because of the potatoe famine I'm a hungry lad
Oh father give this son a break, I never have been bad
Back in the days I honoured mum and never picked my nose
A big fat crop I have deserved so let it be twelve gross
Woe is me if not the corne is out of parc and venton
Ever since it failed last year this harvest I've depent on
I have bought the farm but I still live here in a tent on
hopes and dreams of when the corne is out of parc and venton
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay...
I've sown my seed around the world but everywhere I came
the fertile fields of far from home where never quite the same
The flukes and sunny summers of my fellow man weren't mine
When I'd enlist as herbalist they forced me to resign
Dream I do of when the corne is out of parc and venton
Happy days will come again, no more will I lament on
death and taxes, that's for sure, my whole lot I have spent on
tithes and scythes before the corne is out of parc and venton
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay...
(Uncomprehensible grumbling)...
So now I pray for swayin' hay and there's no place like home
I've crashed and burned but I have learned to fiddle when in Rome
I heard the sound of homeward bound from where I did grow up
Though ex ample...
bless...
the day I quit my travel kit for cows 'n' cornmilk sup
Ehh... and a lovely soup it is too...
Praise the Lord I will, the corne's now out of parc and venton
Nightmares of the poorhouse fades I can now pay the rent on
clothes I wear and cows that bears and angst I've let ferment on
purpose last year when the corne was out of parc and venton
Praise the Lord cos when the corne is out of parc and venton
at the market it will bring at least some 50 cent 'n'
harvest me a fortune's something I am rather bent on
and I'll be there when the corne is out of parc and venton
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay...
Because of the potatoe famine I'm a hungry lad
Oh father give this son a break, I never have been bad
Back in the days I honoured mum and never picked my nose
A big fat crop I have deserved so let it be twelve gross
Woe is me if not the corne is out of parc and venton
Ever since it failed last year this harvest I've depent on
I have bought the farm but I still live here in a tent on
hopes and dreams of when the corne is out of parc and venton
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay...
I've sown my seed around the world but everywhere I came
the fertile fields of far from home where never quite the same
The flukes and sunny summers of my fellow man weren't mine
When I'd enlist as herbalist they forced me to resign
Dream I do of when the corne is out of parc and venton
Happy days will come again, no more will I lament on
death and taxes, that's for sure, my whole lot I have spent on
tithes and scythes before the corne is out of parc and venton
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay...
(Uncomprehensible grumbling)...
So now I pray for swayin' hay and there's no place like home
I've crashed and burned but I have learned to fiddle when in Rome
I heard the sound of homeward bound from where I did grow up
Though ex ample...
bless...
the day I quit my travel kit for cows 'n' cornmilk sup
Ehh... and a lovely soup it is too...
Praise the Lord I will, the corne's now out of parc and venton
Nightmares of the poorhouse fades I can now pay the rent on
clothes I wear and cows that bears and angst I've let ferment on
purpose last year when the corne was out of parc and venton
© Peter Andersson.
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very, very nice - super in fact - 5s Know 1
I had to go back and re-read it because the first time through was at the pace of the song so I couldn't take it all in at once. Good stuff
Excellent, Peter :-)
fun to sing along to...5s
Saving my votes for the contest, but looks good! Thanks so much for entering!
Peter, I have to tell you I thought this was very clever! Great job!
Brilliant, Peter, 555. Now, get help. ;-)
Good job!
Know1, superbly done.
Yeah, nice one. Made me not sick of this song for a couple of minutes.
(weird) already commented
(PAV contest) Excellent! Loved the 'depent on'! ;0D
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