-> "Taurus Galore Song"
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"Taurus Galore Song"
Ford toast? Sir, I can give to you
Assurances that they'll be sold here.
Here's a Taurus that is mighty grand. . .
No pressure! No pressure!
[Aside: Selling's combat!]
Of feces you are full, this and every day.
Of feces you are full. . .what drops from bottom.
A dreck-brayer. Doo-doo you've said.
No dreck-sayer, sir, how can you say that?!
[Aside: A pox on ya, you're such a bore, you son of a whore]
Because this is a sellabration of carage;
It is a sellabration to get people cars.
Let go, bastard, let go of my arm!
Taurus galore. Fine car. Taurus galore! Taurus galore!!
A dream to drive, yes, dream about that.
That backseat is awful huge.
Love to go for a cruise?
Taurus is yours, if you choose.
A dream to own, yes, dream about that.
Got 'em in black and in rouge. . .
Love it. . .sleek as a luge.
Taurus is yours; the price ain't huge.
You've made me sullen. Give me silence.
And please stop all your yapping.
Your cries transcend "enormous."
Your cries transcend "shriek chorus."
Your bull's charming--
Not! Out it comes in torrents!
Would you like to be a renter?
You lease--it's not sold.
Gag me! You prickish boor.
That's so much bull! Say no more!
Thus, no bull will come
From your dumb mouth, my friend.
Spare me your badinage, schmoe!
Full are you with the runs.
Try to make me think I'm your bud. . .
Say anything to make a sale.
I feel so spurned now. I'm low.
I sparred, but no, but no. Damn!
Taurus galore. He's hard. Taurus, no score.
[Aside: He schemes the sale, yes, schemes a combat.
That guy is always trying to screw
The likes of me and you.]
Taurus galore. One awaits you.
[Aside: One last scheme awaits in this combat.]
I will throw in leather seats for you.
They're luscious! That you'll do?
Taurus adored if that you'll do!
[Aside: It seems to me the dweeb has bought that
Yes, sir, that is just what I will do.
With this deal you'll go through?
Taurus adored. Love baby blue--
So creamy and so dreamy is that
Fantastically "ooh" azure hue.
Here's paperwork for you.
[4 hours of paperwork signing]
So, there, now are we through?
Taurus is yours. I'll say "adieu."
[As the customer drives down the street, the car begins to fall apart.]
Hunk of junk!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taurus abhorred, Taurus abhorred. Bucket of screws!!!
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