Song Parodies -> Stir-Fried; My Brain
| Original Song Title: | "Casey Jones" |
| Original Performer: | The Grateful Dead |
| Parody Song Title: | "Stir-Fried; My Brain" |
| Parody Written by: | Paul Robinson |
Getting back to finishing up the rest of the 'Dead's fine 1970 Album releases. This OS is the final song on "Workingman's Dead"...got a few more to do there and one more on "American Beauty"...
[Snorting sound just before instrumental intro]
{Uhhh...}
[brief instrumental intro]
What fried my brain?
It's hard to say
Something, 'cause my head is
in a dream
Lay in my bed
with big, dumb smile
Feels like some emulsion
is coating my mind
[to instrumental notes here]
{D'oh, d'oh, d'oh-d'oh}
{d'oh, d'oh-d'oh-d'oh}
Seems my memory
now has declined
cell degradation
and the passage of time
Cognitive functions
yeah, I've lost a few
and right now I'll pretend
that I can still comprehend
Memory is frayed
what was I sayin'?
Lately can't remember
anything
Holes in my head
not a good sign
Hey, can you please tell me
which car is mine?
{Which one is it, the Ford or the Dodge?}
Holes in my head
Yeah, brain cells are dead
Someone remind me
of what I just said
Did I just mention
this subject to you?
My memory is "jacked"
I just don't have a clue
Thinking's a strain
hard on my brain
Better get a tether
or a leash
Stuff in my head
lost; cannot find
Old-age has corroded
much of my mind
[During Instrumental break to instrumental notes]
{Oh, oh, oh-oh, where is it this time?}
{Lookin' 'round for the keys}
{to my car - can't find}
{Where is my wallet with my credit cards in it?}
{What was I doin'?}
{Where am I at?}
{I don't know sh*t right now}
{that's not...too good}
{Oh-oh-oh-oh}
{Where should I go?}
{Don't know what I'm doin'}
{Someone help me}
Please Help Me!
{Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh}
{Someone hit the "Space Bar"}
{and then they hit "Delete"}
{uh, uh, uh-uh, I'm in some deep sh*t}
All trashed and strewn
need a shovel to clean it
it would be unwise
to depend on me
Marbles all loose
you know it's the truth
A thought comes to me
the next moment it leaves
So now it's plain
Dry well; my brain
Has hit home; it makes me
mad; I seethe
Not much is left
of once fine mind
Right now less brains in my
head than my behind
Stir-fried; my brain
I can't explain
Just don't know what smooshed it
no, indeed
Rubbish-strewn head
disheveled mind
Did some evil potion
compost my mind?
Right now my brain
is like a sink-drain
Things get poured down in it
none remain
Now I'm bereft
I'm in a bind
Is there a solution?
in there no light shines
Memory is done
it's been expunged
Raking up the pieces
in a heap
dumbly, I said
"Please help me find
all the scattered bits and pieces
of my mind
Help me put together
shards of my mind..."
{Uhhh...}
[brief instrumental intro]
What fried my brain?
It's hard to say
Something, 'cause my head is
in a dream
Lay in my bed
with big, dumb smile
Feels like some emulsion
is coating my mind
[to instrumental notes here]
{D'oh, d'oh, d'oh-d'oh}
{d'oh, d'oh-d'oh-d'oh}
Seems my memory
now has declined
cell degradation
and the passage of time
Cognitive functions
yeah, I've lost a few
and right now I'll pretend
that I can still comprehend
Memory is frayed
what was I sayin'?
Lately can't remember
anything
Holes in my head
not a good sign
Hey, can you please tell me
which car is mine?
{Which one is it, the Ford or the Dodge?}
Holes in my head
Yeah, brain cells are dead
Someone remind me
of what I just said
Did I just mention
this subject to you?
My memory is "jacked"
I just don't have a clue
Thinking's a strain
hard on my brain
Better get a tether
or a leash
Stuff in my head
lost; cannot find
Old-age has corroded
much of my mind
[During Instrumental break to instrumental notes]
{Oh, oh, oh-oh, where is it this time?}
{Lookin' 'round for the keys}
{to my car - can't find}
{Where is my wallet with my credit cards in it?}
{What was I doin'?}
{Where am I at?}
{I don't know sh*t right now}
{that's not...too good}
{Oh-oh-oh-oh}
{Where should I go?}
{Don't know what I'm doin'}
{Someone help me}
Please Help Me!
{Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh}
{Someone hit the "Space Bar"}
{and then they hit "Delete"}
{uh, uh, uh-uh, I'm in some deep sh*t}
All trashed and strewn
need a shovel to clean it
it would be unwise
to depend on me
Marbles all loose
you know it's the truth
A thought comes to me
the next moment it leaves
So now it's plain
Dry well; my brain
Has hit home; it makes me
mad; I seethe
Not much is left
of once fine mind
Right now less brains in my
head than my behind
Stir-fried; my brain
I can't explain
Just don't know what smooshed it
no, indeed
Rubbish-strewn head
disheveled mind
Did some evil potion
compost my mind?
Right now my brain
is like a sink-drain
Things get poured down in it
none remain
Now I'm bereft
I'm in a bind
Is there a solution?
in there no light shines
Memory is done
it's been expunged
Raking up the pieces
in a heap
dumbly, I said
"Please help me find
all the scattered bits and pieces
of my mind
Help me put together
shards of my mind..."
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You poor thing...I think I saw a few cells rght over there...no there.
Pat, I'd appreciate it if you would sweep them up and mail them to me...need all I can get...lol...
as a deadhead, i give this song my stamp of approval...i sorta recognize some of the symptoms as well
Thought you might, alvin...it's another piece where I think my material matches up well with a facet of the group...in this case I fair segment of the Fan base...lol...uh...wait, what did I just say? LOL...
555, ammusing, very good.
Thanks, Stephen H...
I was expecting drugs... darn, so it is age in my case too, huh... I have a T-shirt: "I remember back in the days when... oh, well, I guess I don't."
I voted you something before I left this comment, but I can't remember what it was. Well, there're only Fives up there, so that must have been it. - TT
I voted you something before I left this comment, but I can't remember what it was. Well, there're only Fives up there, so that must have been it. - TT
Uhh...Tommy, I think it's...uhh...T-Shirt...no wait...you SAID you HAD a T-Shirt. Thanks
You read my mind writing this...prob'ly didn't take you very long, either, with what's left in my head. 555
Hilarious, and this reminds me of...... well, something anyway - oh yeah, the spoof of those drug commercials: "This is your brain" [shows egg] "This is your brain on drugs" [egg frying in pan] "This is your brain on drugs with a side of bacon" [guy adds bacon to pan]. In other words, funny. I look at it this way: since we only use 5% or so of our brains, there is a 1 in 17 chance that a wasted cell was actually in service. Fuzzy logic may..- apparently I've forgotten simple math now lol. 5s before I forget.
Dee - was THAT the reason I felt like washing my hands right away? I thought it was the OCD coming back...lol...Red - A side of bacon is a terrible thing to waste...I'm REALLY gonna try to remember that... .. ..... .uh..whut?...
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