Didn’t really want to spoof this song
Bad in-tel, what the hell
And so I wrote, took a chance
Between the bleary verses, I have guessed
This song’s first writer, high on
drugs; Yes his brain was *enhanced*

Big Se-ven Lark is what I’ll call this…lark
Spoof pretentious blather just for crown
Thought it was Big Se-ven, but in vain
I don’t think that I can waste it
‘Cause it took so long to pace it
And I’ll never want to spoof this song again
It blows!

You recall the bi-zarre im-age-ry
Melting all around
On the ground, sweet green, surreal
Ic-ing, and flowing rivers in the sky
I just feel like saying, “Damn dude! What’s the deal?”

Big Se-ven Park is hazy, off the mark
Unrequited babble spouting out
Someone left their drugs out, that is plain
And I think the writer smoked it
Didn’t take him long to toke it
Just another writer smoking dope again
You know?

[short cheesy break]

This will be the only par-o-dy
No more I’ll spoof it
There will be no other scheme or three
For this will do it
I have drunk much beer to see me through
But still this song has been a torture, been no fun
And after all, I *love* shabby prose
Hoping that my sar-ca-sm shows
Whee, that was so *fun*

I don’t see how this bullsh!t made it, wish we could lose it
It’s all so queer, surreal in my eyes, Dali would love it
But that’s what smoking the dope will buy
The drug a-buse will just produce songs awry
And after all the bad puns and rhymes
After I have ended this climb
Just to get a medal
And ask myself, why?

[long funky overblown break]

Big Se-ven Lark is melting with my spark
Looks like I am almost done for good
Didn’t love it, sear-ing me with pain
But I hope that you won’t rake it
‘Cause I tried so hard to fake it
And I’ll never spoof this dopey song again
Oh, no!
It blows!!
You know!!!
It blows!!!!!!!!