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Song Parodies -> "Troggin’"

Original Song Title:


Original Performer:

Grateful Dead

Parody Song Title:


Parody Written by:

John A. Barry

The Lyrics

Troggin’ in the boggy fen; knuckledheaded, these cavemen,
Together, they amount to swine. . .just keep hoggin’ on.

Laugh at the peons and cashin’ in from guys on Wall Street—
that’s down in New York; destroyed is what happened to Main Street.
These grifters and shitheads are rippin’ off everything they’ve seen;
they don’t worry about borrowing bling.

Dollars, many do they glean. Boostin’ us is this booty team.
Huge pork for the hog machine. Their patrons call, “Sooey!”

Friends of fat cats who get treats while they beat out of you bucks,
leavin’ you sighin’ and sittin’ and cryin’ at home,
Each time they bray, you know it’s just smoke they’re blowin’,
outrageous whores and clowns who loudly intone.

Troggin’ with the poobah men—they’ll take Euros, bucks, or yen.
Your time isn’t worth a dime in this troglodyte town.

Never lights are shinin’ on D.C.;
what they do, therefore, we can’t see.
Brazen constituency is all wrong, like ripoff kin.

What in the world ever became of speak plain,
like Harry Truman’s while on the whistle-stop train?
Rippin’ off bread; lyin’ and cheatin’ domain:
these men and women got no sense of shame.

Troggin' while they bugger yo’ butthole; steal yo’ gelt and dough;
rape hind and then they rape some mo’ and just keep soddin’ on.

Griftin’ and sharin’ none of the swag winnowed;
gonna rip you off and score again and again.
Though your pockets ain’t deep their hand will travel
to where you got a sawbuck or maybe a Benjamin.

Busted’s what you’re gonna be; gelt gone ’cause your paycheck’s thin.
Trog clowns come and go: swearin’ in another batch, we see

You’re sick of these hangers-on; a judge with a gavel
upon the bench bangin’ should send all of ’em on down
into the “stripey hole,” as say Droog Limeys
and then slam the door—do time should all of these clowns.

Never lights are shinin’ on D.C.
what they do, therefore, we can’t see
brazen constituency is all wrong, the rot’s within.

Troggin’ like the days of Rome’s empire, the Republic gone.
Like Rome: a bunch o’ corrupts clones/drones that just keep troggin’ on.
So how do these Trogs get votes?!

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Total Votes: 5

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Old Man Ribber - February 13, 2013 - Report this comment
JAB - I'm a little confused by your choice of the term troglodytes for the offenders. Those unable to think byond the satisfying of their basest instincts? At any rate, rollicking! ;D
Rob Arndt - February 13, 2013 - Report this comment
"Mr. Barry Goes to Washington?" Ha- 555!!!
Callmelennie - February 13, 2013 - Report this comment
555! Not an easy song to parody at all. I tried to do one called "Choomin" about a year ago when revelations of Obama's days smoking "choom" in Hawaii began coming out. Got bogged down after about four stanzas
TJC - February 13, 2013 - Report this comment

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