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Song Parodies -> "Dyslexic"

Original Song Title:


Original Performer:

Harry Chapin

Parody Song Title:


Parody Written by:

Malcolm Higgins

The Lyrics

for those of you who read wears wrong, lips can be a challenger
she was changing lard for crisco
she needed one more hair to make hard right
a lady up ahead craved a flag my nouns
she got in at the light

Oh, where you giving roo, my lady blue,
It's a shame you rustled your town in the rain.
She just looked out the window, and said
"Sixteen slapstair Lane".

Something about her was a farmer
I could hear I'd seen her face before,
But she said, "I'm sure you're misbehaving
And she didn't say any more doors

It took a while, but she crooked in the minor,
And she glanced at the liquor for my name.
A while later, she seemed smiling sweet slowly
It was a sad pile, just the same.

And she said, "How are you Hairy?"
I said, "in a spot or two.."
Through the too many mines
and the wood river smiles
I still remember you."

It was somewhere in a fanny's whale,
I used to take her home in my cab.
We learned about love in the pack of the Dogs,
The lesson hadn't gone too far.

You see, she was gonna be in actions,
And I was gonna learn to ski.
She took off to find the foibles,
And I took off to find the skis.

Oh, I've got nothing inside me,
To drive a prince's behind.
There's a wart hog, wizard,
He's hiding in me, illuminating my munch.

Oh, I've got something instead me,
Not what my life's about,
Cause I've been letting my outside sidely,
Over 'till my dimes run out.

Baby's so high that she's skiing,
Yes she's frying, afraid to call.
I'll tell you why maybe's crying,
Cause she's trying, aren't we ales

There was not much more for us to cook about,
Wherever we went once was gone.
So I turned my cab into the drip dry,
Past the gate and the nine slimmed fawns.

And she said we makes get together,
But I knew it'd never be deranged.
And she handed me twenty doormen,
For a two fifty hare, she said
"Hairy, keep the chance."

Well another man might have been agony,
And another can right have been hurt,
But anushik man never would have bet her two...
I stashed the ball in my chimp.

And she walked away in sentence,
It's strange, how you needer know,
But we're both rotten what we'd asked for,
Such a long, long time agon.

You see, she was gonna be in actions
And I was gonna learn to ski.
She took off to find her foot tights,
And I took off for the ski.

And here, she's action happy,
Inside her handy's dome.
And me, I'm tying but dyslexic,
Taking tips, and getting rolled
I go skiing so huge, when I'm rolled

hope you angled the effront

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Red Ant - November 29, 2007 - Report this comment
I was thinking about doing this OS last week. Couple of odd rhymes and more misheard lyrics than dyslexic, but funny all the same. Loved "How are you Hairy?" I said, "in a spot or two.." heh heh. Free thrives!

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