Wednesday 14 May 2014

Denial Laiden: "BIG ROB REHAB CLINIC"

POST #41
PARODY-LYRICS
ORIGINALSONG: "Big Rock Candy Mountain" Harry McClintock 1928, also recorded by Burl Ives, Johnny Cash etc.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, May 2014.

KEYWORDS: Canadian, classicsong

Of interest, the original song is a described as a folk music song about a hobo's version of paradise, a modern extension of the medieval concept of "Cockaigne".
You can view the lyrics and commentary (without images or chords) displayed on a parody-lyrics website at AmIRight.com Post"BigRobRehabClinic"



BIG ROB REHAB CLINIC
  
(to the tune of "Big Rock Candy Mountain")

On a private flight
To escape from sight,
A burly mayor sat drinking. 
“Who’d shoot video
 Here in Chicago? 
 It could get a guy to thinking."

This song he sang
As he dreamed he’d hang
In a land with no detection,
Where a mayor’s rants get a second chance,
Then go home for the Election.

“Oh-ohhhhhhhhh!       
The buzzing in my brain,
Pass that bottle once again
Soon we’re going to show those cynics.                                      
It’s so easy to fly straight
I’ll get fit and  lose some weight, 
At the Big Rob Rehab Clinic.”

 
“In the Big Rob Rehab Clinic
They’ve ashtrays if you smoke.
Staff will be compassionate
When you step outside to toke.”

 
“The landscaped grounds are lush with flowers,
With surveillance cameras blind. 
No reporters spy,
You can still get high. 
You can smoke some crack
On the pond out back 
In the Big Rob Rehab Clinic.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!       
Some workout in the gym,
Go to chapel, sing a hymn,
Double-double chez Tim Horton. 
Guess the coke has got to go
Like my town, Etobicoke, 
No more pics of pipes or snortin’.” 

“In the Big Rob Rehab Clinic
You shouldn’t pass a roach,
There’s quite a few big-screen TVs
And the waiters call you Coach.”

"When there’s a Big Game on the air,
They postpone Group Therapy. 
In your room there’re snacks,
With no charge or tax; 
So you’re in control
And not on the dole 
In the Big Rob Rehab Clinic.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!       
Some workout in the gym,
Go to chapel, sing a hymn,
Double-double chez Tim Horton. 
Guess the coke should really go
Like my town, Etobicoke, 
No more shots of pipes or snortin’.” 

“In the Big Rob Rehab Clinic
 You text or yack ad lib,
They don’t approve the one ‘Big Lie’,
But there’s lots of little fibs.”

 “I know that More Responsible ’s
 An option to select - at 
 A later date.
Make Ford Nation wait? 
They need spending pruned
And more subways soon 
 - Maybe, once I’m re-elected.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!       
The buzzing in my brain
Pass that bottle once again
Soon we’ll finger-sign those critics.    (GESTURE!)                                   
It’s so easy to fly straight
I’ll get fit and lose some weight, 
At the Big Rob Rehab Clinic.
At the Big Rob Rehab Clinic.”



UKULELE-FRIENDLY FORMAT
(Click on any chord-chart slide to move to 'song-presentation mode'; then navigate through thumbnails at bottom of page.) 



























Related Palindromes

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Red rumba hero, "No rehab! Murder!"

Denial slain, Ed.


Pure, boss is! Sober up!

No reneg-gene, Ron.

Turret samba-herd do odd rehab; master rut

For more lyrics, pics, and palindromes on this topic see the post of May 3, "Suburbs' Guy".

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