Thursday, 27 November 2014

Pair-ody: Lament for the Undefended Border

POST #57
PARODY-LYRICS, subbed into 2 songs.
ORIGINAL SONG#1:  "Mr. Spaceman" , The Byrds, 
1966 -  verses 1,2, and 10.
ORIGINAL SONG #2. " Englishman in New York", Sting, 1987 - all other parody verses.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, November, 2014.

KEYWORDS: pair-ody, Canadian, goldenoldy, modernsong 

Lexicon:
Pair-ody = satirical lyrics substituted into a mix of 2 original songs
DHS = Department of Homeland Security
CRA = Canada Revenue Agency
BNL = Barenaked Ladies, a well-known Canadian band

ALIEN HEADING SOUTH

(to the tune of "Mr Spaceman")

 Woke up this morning, an odd taste in my mouth, and 
Then I realized we were due to head south,
 Warm U.S. cottage, with dual-cit. spouse - 
hope they won’t keep me out.

Hey, DHS-man, I really hate to ask -  I'd 
like to stay the max.
Hey, DHS-man, won’t you please let me in for 6 months.

(to the tune of "Alien in New York")

Hey, Mister Inquisitor, I’m just a snowbird-visitor,
I'm sure that I am not the only one;
I’ve sent “Closer Connection”-form, in IRS’s direction, for
I plan to live and die a native son. 

You’ll find no trace of felony, of villainy or zealotry
I’m not the sort who plans to overstay.
ISIS I repudiate, I file my taxes never late,
In fact I’m on good terms with CRA. 

I don't drink Starbuck's, just Tim Horton's, Sir,
Always a donut on the side,
I take my hockey gear everywhere I walk,
I’m myself, a trailer-park Canuck.    Whoa-.

 –oh, Not some alien: visiting Canadian
A Canadian with his puck. Whoa
–oh, Not some alien: ally, friend, and then some
A Canadian with his puck.  

If music makes the man, and threats you rate,
Then I'm the zero of the day,
I play my Lightfoot, Twain, Dion and Stompin' Tom
BNL, Avril, Biebs or Buble.
  
I'll trade my "loonies" at your banks to shop,
I won’t take anybody’s job, 
I’ll hide my views on climate-change and gun-control,
And no one should take me for a snob.  Whoa


 –oh, Not some alien: passported Canadian
 A Canadian with his puck. Say 
–eh, Not some alien: ally, friend, and then some
 A Canadian with his puck.  



(to the tune of "Mr Spaceman")
Hey, DHS-man, I know the rules can change; I
won’t do anything strange.
Hey, DHS-man, won’t you please let me in for a while.


(to the tune of "Alien in New York")
Say, "eh", Not some alien: visiting Canadian
A Canadian with his puck. Say 
–eh, Not some alien: ally, friend, and then some
A Canadian with his puck.  







Performing Notes

INTRO:  |Em7 A| Bm Bm7|  x4

[D]  Woke up this morning, an odd [E7] taste in my mouth, and 
[A] Then I rea[A7]lized we were [D] due to head south,
[D]   Warm U.S. cottage, with [E7] dual-cit. spouse - I
[A] hope they won’t [A7] keep me [D] out.


[A] Hey, DH[G]S-man, I [Em] really hate to [A] ask -  I'd 
[D] like to stay the max.
[A] Hey, DH[G]S-man, won’t [A] you please let me [A7] in for 6 [D] months.


[D] Hey, Mister Inquisitor, I’m [A] just a snowbird-[A7]-visitor,
I'm [Bm] sure that I am [Bm7] not the only [F#] one;
I’ve [G] sent “Closer Connection”-form, in [A] IRS’s direction, for
I [F#] plan to live and [F#7] die a native [Bm] son. [Bm7] 

[Em7]  I don't drink [A] Starbuck's, just Tim [Bm] Horton's, Sir, [Bm7]
[Em7]  Always a donut on the [DM7] side, [D6]
[Em7]  I take my [A] hockey gear [Bm] everywhere I [Bm7] walk,
I’m my[Em7]self,  [A] trailer-park Ca[Bm]nuck.   [Bm7] Whoa-.

[Em7]  –oh, Not some [A] alien: [DM7] visiting Can[D6]adian
A Can[Em7]adian [A] with his [Bm] puck. [Bm7] Whoa
[Em7]–oh, Not some [A] alien: [DM7] ally, friend, and [D6] then some
A Can[Em7]adian [A] with his [Bm] puck.  [Bm7]




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