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Song Parodies -> "Mourning My Worn Out Denim"
Original Song Title:
"Free Like A Flying Demon"
Original Performer:
E-Type
Parody Song Title:
"Mourning My Worn Out Denim"
Parody Written by:
Peter Andersson a.k.a K1chyd
The Lyrics
Sigh! It was my longest relation to date, up until the last days when it literally fell apart I thought it would never end and in my memory I'll always fondle them as my favourite pair. Needless to say I'm not very happy at the moment but I guess it's like in the old proverb about it being better to have love and lost than never to have loved at all. Writing a song about it makes this my most personal parody to date, and in a way that's kinda sad too, but I needed to get it out of my system. Anyway, here's to you, my favourite pair of blue jeans, 1985 - 2007, R.I.P (Rest In Pieces).
A YouTube version of the original song can currently be found here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATRdy3vbniY
A YouTube version of the original song can currently be found here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATRdy3vbniY
They are a rock and roll convention
Upon that fact there is no serious dissention
They followed me home the very one day when I first saw
Them in a store and we've survived some pretty big brawls
I thought we'd last some more, but they became seethrough
For years and years we rolled, now I must get some new
I'm mourning my worn out denim, they've held back pork chops and beef
Felt good in my worn out denim, with me in nice times and strife
I'm mourning my worn out denim, come Prozac take down my grief
Felt free in my worn out denim, this is a sad day in life
Will I use latex in the future?
Will someone die if they suggest some stronger sutures?
I claimed there's guarantee, but I got no compassion
They claimed my trousers' late, my jaw went out of fashion
I thought we'd last some more, we've been through dogs and goo
Past twenty years we rolled, but now the ride is through
I'm mourning my worn out denim, no more my youth can be patched
I loved my ol' worn out denim, I always cried when I stripped
I'm mourning my worn out denim, through them my ass have been scratched
I loved my ol' worn out denim, though once I bleed when I zipped
Suggestions that I get from clerks are not worth a dime
That flanell stuff is criminal on my sweet behind
Felt free in... my denim... felt like a 501 steer
Felt free in... my denim... I had an outstanding pair
Felt free in... my denim... they could hold back twenty beers
Felt free in... my denim... join in and let's say a prayer
I'm mourning my worn out denim, no more they'll cover my briefs
I've lived with my worn out denim, closer to them than a wife
I wonder; where's now my denim? In Heaven, that's my belief!
I've buried my worn out denim, this is a blue day in life
Upon that fact there is no serious dissention
They followed me home the very one day when I first saw
Them in a store and we've survived some pretty big brawls
I thought we'd last some more, but they became seethrough
For years and years we rolled, now I must get some new
I'm mourning my worn out denim, they've held back pork chops and beef
Felt good in my worn out denim, with me in nice times and strife
I'm mourning my worn out denim, come Prozac take down my grief
Felt free in my worn out denim, this is a sad day in life
Will I use latex in the future?
Will someone die if they suggest some stronger sutures?
I claimed there's guarantee, but I got no compassion
They claimed my trousers' late, my jaw went out of fashion
I thought we'd last some more, we've been through dogs and goo
Past twenty years we rolled, but now the ride is through
I'm mourning my worn out denim, no more my youth can be patched
I loved my ol' worn out denim, I always cried when I stripped
I'm mourning my worn out denim, through them my ass have been scratched
I loved my ol' worn out denim, though once I bleed when I zipped
Suggestions that I get from clerks are not worth a dime
That flanell stuff is criminal on my sweet behind
Felt free in... my denim... felt like a 501 steer
Felt free in... my denim... I had an outstanding pair
Felt free in... my denim... they could hold back twenty beers
Felt free in... my denim... join in and let's say a prayer
I'm mourning my worn out denim, no more they'll cover my briefs
I've lived with my worn out denim, closer to them than a wife
I wonder; where's now my denim? In Heaven, that's my belief!
I've buried my worn out denim, this is a blue day in life
© Peter Andersson.
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Deepest sympathy... I share your loss... Clever concept, and yeah, we get attached to them. Was going to vote 501, but let's make that 555.
Didn'tKOS until now, Peter...but this was a whole lot of fun. Great concept, well executed (not unlike your jeans);-) 555
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