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Song Parodies -> "Normainian Bates ID"

Original Song Title:

"Bohemian Rhapsody"

 (MP3)
Original Performer:

Queen

Parody Song Title:

"Normainian Bates ID"

Parody Written by:

Guy DiRito

The Lyrics

Another Bates horrody. My thanks to Sir Alvin Rhodes, Master of Bates and Duke of Normal for being the original penman of the Psycho parody phenomenon. He is gracious enough to allow me to piggyback on his idea. Now if I could only get him to do some mob parodies - Not that I haven't urged him to.

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I can't tell real life,
From that of fantasy,
Caught in my mom's mind, I've a dual personality.
Hopin' she dies, hooked up poison lye in tea.
She calls me whore boy, she needs psychology.
She's displeased with son, sleazy hos, always spies, always knows,
Everything she spins so, just so she gets madder, at me, at me.

Mama, got chilled and canned,
Brought her breakfast to her bed,
Spiked a jigger, now she's dead.
Drama, knives are used not guns,
So now you want me blow these girls away.
Mama, ooh-ooh ooh ooh, did I mean to make you die?
I brought you back in tin crafted wheel barrow,
Buried on, carried gone, a chair with stuffing's where I sat her.

Norm Bates, his mind is numb,
Bends 'shivers' hitting spine, oddly quaking when they're dimed,
Must hide ev'ry body, a swamp I know,
Gonna leave them in the slime, no trace nor proof.
Mama, ooh-ooh ooh ooh, why'd you make them die,
So fine to kiss but never quite warned at all.

I see a little stil-a-letto in my hand,
Mom seduced, I'd deduced, she wants to cut off their mangos,
Plunder, jolt, incising, tearing up so icing-ly.
(Gal-fillet-o) Gal-fillet-o (Gal-fillet-o) Gal-fillet-o Gal-fillet-o, rigor-o!
Bag stiff and go. I'm momma's whore boy, dead body shoves me,
Yes just a whore boy with a whore fantasy,
Wears out their life in his la-va-tory.

Easy done, freezy blows, made her dead and so,
She'll kill ya! No, You must not stab her so,
(Stab and go) She'll kill ya! She will just stab and go!
(Stab and go) She'll kill ya! She will just stab and go!
(Stab her no!) Will just stab and go,
(Stab her no!) Will just stab and go, (Stab and go.) Ah
Oh no, oh no, oh no no no
(Mom's idea, Mom's idea) Mom's Idea, stab her so.
She's in the tub with a bevel in her side and knee, and knee, and knee.

Oh, I think that mom owns me and gets in my mind,
So I think that mom loves me I kill by design,
Her baby, can't do this to her baby,
I gotta cut out, just gotta cut out how she leers.

Stabbings cause blood splatters, on the john and me
Stabbings cause blood splatters,
Stabbings cause blood splatters, on me.

Any kind of knife blow.

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Johnny D - March 07, 2008 - Report this comment
"Gal-fillet-o, rigor-o! Bag stiff and go"

Whoah, MAN!! Guy, you are a force of parody-nature! There's NO STOPPING YOU! 555!
alvin - March 07, 2008 - Report this comment
a masterpiece....my fave of the day....i'm gonna attempt a mob song this weekend
littleNormCakes - March 07, 2008 - Report this comment
555 sir Stan, but can we bury her now . . . . she be awfully smelly in her decaying state of repose! And you are a free man now! Free from her spell . . .
LadyCupCakes - March 07, 2008 - Report this comment
Sir Guy, " Lord ofKnightly Parody" regarding your words to Sir Alvin, here in Calif. there are no mobsters, all my italian friends and family members are farmers in the Land oPumpkinry or in the Wine country. Mr Joe diMaggio's famiy were into fishing. Mob is East Coast, Sir.
Stan Hall - March 07, 2008 - Report this comment
Guy -- another fivable parody (whcih seems the norm from you.) :-)

littleNormCakes -- thanks awfully for the 5s, but you gave'em to the wong .. er, guy. :-)
Peregrin - March 07, 2008 - Report this comment
These are getting more weird! More enjoyable too!
Ryan Froula - March 13, 2008 - Report this comment
Nice one! I would like to polkafy this one like Weird Al polkafied the original Bohemian Rhapsody.
MIKE - December 23, 2010 - Report this comment
I WAS WATCHING MAD LIBS THEY HAD 4 KIDS THEY HAD A MADLIBS GAME THEN THEY HAD A MADDER THEN YOU GAME THEN THE TEAMS HEADED BACKSTAGE THE SPOTTERS PUT HELMETS ON THEN THE SPOTTERS ZIPPED UP THEIR JACKETS THEN THEY HAD A PIZZA RACE THEY WERE WEARING JACKETS AND HELMETS 2 PROTECT THEMSELVES SO THEY DIDN'T GET HURT THEN THE HOST TOOK OFF THEIR HELMETS AND JACKETS WENT OVER 2 MIXED UP MADLIBS AND THE RED TEAM WON THE GAME THEY WENT TO THE MAX AND THEY WON THE GRAND PRIZE

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