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Welcome to The Inter Sandman Song Parodies Section!

These songs were worked on very hard by some talented people; these songs are used by their permission… please check with these folks before reprinting!

Thanks to Shannon, Cassi, Donna, James, NoDoubt2Me, and Dave T for sharing their work!!

 

Kill Em All Tunes

Drink the Lights (ala Hit The Lights)
NoDoubt2Me@aol.com

No Life ’til liquor…
We’ll drink our asses off tonight
We’ve got Budwiser…
What we want to drink is lights, well all lights, yeah
When we start to drink we never…
What to stop again

Drink the lights!
Drink the lights!
Drink the lights!

We’re so damn insane…
We’ve been doing this all day
We’re getting higher…
Than anything today, the only way, yeah
When we start to drink we never, want to stop again

Drink the lights!
Drink the lights!
Drink the lights!

With nonstop drinking…
We’re rotting out our brains
We have willpower…
But stopping is insane, well insane, yeah
When we start to drink we never, want to stop again

Drink the lights!
Drink the lights!
Drink the lights!

 

Spencer For Hire (ala Jump In The Fire)
X Pathogen@aol.com

Now I got this thing in the mail
Sayz I did some crime
Think I need a lawyer, or
I’ll end up doin time
There’s a job to be done
And he’s the one
He’s gotta help me win it
or I’ll be out of luck without a buck
Oh holy shit

So Come on! Spencer’s for hire! Let’s get him! Spencer for hire!

Dollar signs in his eyes and rich blood in his veins
How will afford this guy
Feeding off of my wallet
In a week I’ll be bone-dry
But I gotta go now to search him out
He must obey!
Or they’re gonna lock me up
and throw the key away

So Come on! Spencer for hire! So come on! Spencer for hire!

He’ll help by his will or I’ll bribe his ass
Get him either way
Three thousand bucks an hour
How the hell am I gonna pay
But now I’m broke and out in the street
Needless to say I won
But maybe I’d be better off in jail
Being white, homless, and in Harlem ain’t so much fun!

But come on! ¬†Spencer was for hire! With out him, I’d have my ass in the fire

 

Gin Martini (ala Seek And Destroy)
JDROPP@aol.com

Scanning the scene in the pub tonight
Drinking again to start up the night
There is only a beverage on my mind
But it’s nothing new
I’ll drink it all night

Thirsty-
don’t wanna drink…
Vodka-
who will pay the…
Bar tab-
one thousand drinks

Thirsty-
don’t wanna drink…
Vodka-
who will pay the…
Bar tab-
one thousand drinks

Drinking-
Gin Martini

There is no more beer, that’s for sure
This is end, he won’t fill it no more
Say goodbye to the bar you are in
I’ve always been paying, now start pouring

Thirsty-
don’t wanna drink…
Vodka-
who will pay the…
Bar tab-
one thousand drinks

Thirsty-
don’t wanna drink…
Vodka-
who will pay the…
Bar tab-
one thousand drinks

Drinking-
Gin Martini

My brain is on fire with a mean hangover
And it won’t go away, till I take an Advil
Don’t you drink and drive
You’ll pay a big DUI fine

Thirsty-
don’t wanna drink…
Vodka-
who will pay the…
Bar tab-
one thousand drinks

Drinking-
Gin Martini

 

Ride The Lightning Tunes

Ripping Dress (ala Creeping Death)
S@You@aol.com

Seams
Comin’ all undone
From my dress now
Need to sew them up
Find my thread now

Pleats fallin’ all apart
See my ass now
Wait, something’s come undone
Calling Sears

My dress is rippin, oh this is no fun
I spent a very large sum
I can hear it rippin, can hear it shred
Can’t get a refund
OOooh, ripping dress

Now hear the tearing pleats
Brand of Kmart
Go to seamstress now
Try to hire

Thread
I thought was strong
Down the tube now
Damn
Three days old
Piece of crap

My dress is rippin, oh this is no fun
I spent a very large sum
I can hear it rippin, can hear it shred
Can’t get a refund
OOooh, ripping dress

Made by hand
Somewhere in Japan
Gypping foreign lands

(repeat)

I swore up and down
Want a lawyer
Court
We’ll soon be there
Lots o’ cash

I’m telling you now
Final warning
Cash
Cash in my hand or
Brother I shall sue

My dress is rippin, oh this is no fun
I spent a very large sum
I can hear it rippin, can hear it shred
Can’t get a refund
OOooh, ripping dress

 

Master of Puppets Tunes

Dynasty (ala Battery)
NoDoubt2Me@aol.com

Turning on the TV, nothing good to see
Ongoing stupidity
Brainripping chatter, doesnt really matter
Dynasty is on TV
Only one for me, see it right before me
Gotta watch the Dynasty
Screw my dang family, Dynasty is just for me
Dynasty……………Dynasty!!!

I think my brain is leaking, other channels I am seeking
But only one is right for me
It’s better and it’s recent, the only one thats decent
Dynasty is on TV

Repeat chorus

Other shows are outrageous, Dynastys contagious
Television quality
Entertaining power, other shows cower
Dynasty is on TV

Chorus

 

Welcome Home (Aquarium) (ala Welcome Home (Sanitarium))

Welcome to where the waters still
No one leaves until they drown
The tank is full, never seems to get changed
Just bought some fish with some big fangs
Swim the same way every night
I see my reflection in my sight
No locked doors, big hole on top
No water up there, or my lungs get scarred

Swim my friend and you will see
That water is my reality
They keep us trapped up in this place
Can’t they see that’s why I splash and splash

Aquarium, set me free
Aquarium, Just let me swim

Build my fear of the toilet flush
Cannot breathe the open air
Bubble things into my brain
Assuring me that’s I’ must swim
They think that we’re just feeder fish
But feeding us, will make them sick
Keep us wet, it makes us well
We’re getting wetter, can’t you tell?

No more can they keep us in
Listen dammit, we will swim
They feed us crumbs, they feed us well
But they think it saves us from those worms

Aquarium, set me free
Aquarium, Just let me swim
Aquarium, Just let me swim

Fear of breathing air
Goldie’s going belly up
Sucked in too much air
Got some laps to do
The owner stares back hard
Swim, it’s such a friendly word
Seem the only way
to escape his net again

 

Disposable Diapers (ala Disposable Heros)
JDROPP@aol.com

Diapers fill the floor I see
My hungry hero’s end
No one to change him now
no one to tend
Running hinds through pampers shield
bred to fill them all

Rectum powdered of baby
A servant changes them all

Little boy,
made a mess
Not an empty one
Barely one, only son
But he needs a change
Bred to poop, not a care
Change him every day
Finished here, greetings mess
It’s mine to take away

Back to the store
You will buy more Huggies,
he needs them,
don’t delay

Back to the store
You will buy more and more,
he uses more every day
Back to the store
You infant
You toddler
You little man

 

…And Justice For All Tunes

To Wash Is To Dry (Clean)(ala To Live Is To Die)
JDROPP@aol.com

When a man washes, he stains some part of his wardrobe
These are the pale clothes, we miscall our pants
Cannot the Dry Cleaner… get this out?

 

Load Tunes

Ain’t My Fish(ala Ain’t My Bitch)
JDROPP@aol.com

Off-a my line,
Off-a my boat
Off-a my your hook and onto mine
It’s-a not one,
it’s-a little one
Into your lake and out of mine

Not strong.. What’s wrong?
I’ve already snagged this fish before..
You arrived

But now it’s time to pay this fine

Chasing boats down, why you around?
So useless
It ain’t my trout, it ain’t fault
It ain’t my fish
Down goes the sun
Up goes my rod
Down and up
where the hell’s the fish?

Fish it all down
Fish it til dawn
Fish it all to til they’re all gone

Cast far, Cast long
Never seen my rod bend that far before
You arrived

But now it’s time to pay this fine

Chasing boats down, why you around?
So useless
It ain’t my trout, it ain’t fault
It ain’t my fish

You oughta drown
Why you around?
No fishing??
It ain’t my stream
It ain’t my creek
It ain’t my Fish!

 

4×4 (ala 2×4)
JDROPP@aol.com, X Pathogen

Well.. I’m a gonna ride ya, drive ya
I’m-a gonna be the one that steers and brakes ya
Put the gas into ya
Then go pay
C’mon a C’mon
Come and start to-DAY!

Hey man, listen, bad transmission
I can’t drive ya… not today
I can’t drive ya… no money
I can’t drive ya… no gas money
I can’t drive ya.. got no gas money
I can’t afford to drive a 4×4

Got some cash to pay ya, steal my savings
But the 4×4 works good now, engines raving
The joy of violent driving
Pulls dirt under
Ooh! Saw a Chevy stuck.. so I pulled it
yeah! this Dodge pulls harder
but you went too far

(chorus)

Well… I’m a-gonna drive ya, ride ya,
I’m gonna be the one who brakes you
Put the stops a to you My Way!
C’mon, C’mon Stop today!!

(chorus)
It’s won’t stop no more… my 4×4

 

The House OJ Built (ala The House Jack Built)
JDROPP@aol.com

Open neck, that I did slice
Close my eyes… the blood it sprays
And I shake as I slice again
…Let Judge Ito begin

Open his neck
Just to have to cut once again

Hell, on my way
yeah, but on my way with Shapiro.

It covers me, as I’m covered with their blood
Mmmmm I cut away…
As I let their heads just nod

Open neck, that I did slice
Close my eyes… the blood it sprays
And I shake as I slice again
…Let Judge Ito begin

Open her neck
Just to have Ron walk in
I need control
As I cut them, down, down and down again

Is that my glove…
That I left behind Kato’s room?

The richer you are, the more you pay
The more you pay, the cleaner you get
My estate is my temple
From this temple, I kill
Step into the house OJ built

Until It Starts (ala Until it Sleeps)
S2You@aol.com

Where do I take this car of mine?
It starts, but not every time.

Kick the tires, walk a mile
Get so mad I scream and shout
The thing’s still smokin’
So tow me
Until it starts

Just like clockwork, every day
It sputters once, then it stays
Then it stays

Checked the damned thing everywhere
There’s things inside that won’t come out
The horn’s still working
So tow me
Until it starts

It won’t start
so tow me
Blew the engine
So tow me
Oil’s leakin’
So tow me
The radio’s broken
So tow me
Until it starts

So tell me why it squees
When MPH exceeds 33?
It won’t start
So tow me

Turn, the key, the damn thing stalls
No more can it go at all
So tow me
Until it starts

It won’t start
so tow me
Blew the engine
So tow me
Oil’s leakin’
So tow me
The radio’s broken
So tow me
Until it starts

It won’t go-ooooooo

Blew the tire got no spare
No service station anywhere
Horn’s still workin
So tow me
Until it starts

Turn the key, and it stalls
The dealer screwed me it appears
So tow me
Until it starts

King Geezer (ala King Nothing)
S2You@aol.com

Up all day, up all night
Perhaps bowels work tonight
Brain has atrophied
Feelin’ old, mush is cold
what’s my name
Food is liquified

All the prunes I ate
Will keep me up late

Then my heart shuts down
And I tumble down
I put my hands out
but there’s nothin but ground
Just want one thing
Just to be healthy
But my bones have crumbled
And I ask just one question
Where’s my teeth, King Geezer?

Hands are cold, smell like mold
A wart as hard as stone
Blood’s solidified
Wish I might, I wish I may
Take Dulcolax today
Bones have calcified

Then my heart shuts down
And I tumble down
I put my hands out
but there’s nothin but ground
Just want one thing
Just to be healthy
But my bones have crumbled
And I ask just one question
Where’s my teeth, King Geezer?

Oh, where’s my teeth?

I want my pills
I want them now
I want them all
And I don’t care how

Be careful careful what you itch
Be careful what you spray
Be careful what you spray, you may regret it
Be careful what you itch, you just may get it.

Then my heart shuts down
And I tumble down
I put my hands out
but there’s nothin but ground
Just want one thing
Just to be healthy
But my bones have crumbled
And I ask just one question
Where’s my teeth, King Geezer?

Bleeding Knee (ala Bleeding Me)
DaveT54048@aol.com

I’m riding my bike
I’m riding my bike down the street
I’m riding my bike down the street alone
I’m peddling fast
I’m peddling fast as I can
I’m peddling fast as I can go
go-woh-oh
go-woh-oh

I can’t keep control
I can’t keep control of my bike
I can’t keep control of my bike at all
I fell on the rocks
I fell on the rocks on the ground
I fell on the rocks on the ground in the street

Ooh, they scrape me and I bleed
Yeah
And I bleed
Yeah

Caught on the rocky street
I really hurt
My bleeding knee
Can’t stop in summer heat
Blood’s on my shirt
From on my knee
My bleeding knee…woh
Ooh…I can’t take it
Caught on the rocky street
Ooh, my bleeding knee
Yeah
Ooh, my knee
Yeah
My bleeding knee

Caught on the rocky street
I really hurt
My bleeding knee
Can’t stop in summer heat
Blood’s on my shirt
From on my knee
My bleeding knee…woh
Ooh…I can’t take it
Caught on the rocky street
Ooh, my bleeding knee
Oh, my bleeding knee

I need a bandage on my knee
I need a band-aid, can’t you see?
Clean off the blood
And all the mud
I’m caught, I’m caught
I’m caught on the

Caught on the rocky street
I really hurt
My bleeding knee
Can’t stop in summer heat
Blood’s on my shirt
From on my knee
My bleeding knee
Ooh…I can’t take it
I can’t take it
I can’t take it
Oh, oh, my bleeding knee

Ooh, it hurts, baby

Ah yeah
I’m riding my bike
I’m riding my bike down the street
I’m riding my bike down the street alone
I’m peddling fast
I’m peddling fast as I can
I’m peddling fast as I can go
As I can go…..

Coors (ala Cure)
Nagle, Southerland

The man takes another bullet
He keeps them all within
He must drink, no matter how it hurts
So don’t drool again

Yeah..He thinks the answers cold and in his hand
He drinks his medicine
The man takes another bullet
Yeah..He’s been cooled again

Spread your lips
And take and wrap ’em round the coors, say…
I gotta pee
Spread your lips now
wrap ’em round it, say…
I gotta pee
Yeah, I gotta pee (Yeah, Yeah)

Yeah…The lights tempt her and she follows
And she goes on in
She must drink to fill the hollow
She’s been cooled again

Spread your lips
And take and wrap ’em round the coors, say…
I gotta pee
Spread your lips now
wrap ’em round it, say…
I gotta pee
Whoa..yeah, I gotta pee (Yeah, yeah, oh)

Drinking all the coors
It can’t get better than this
Drinking all the coors
Yeah, everyone’s got to have the thirst
‘Cause everyone seems to need the coors
Precious coors

Drinking all the coors
It can’t get better than this
Drinking all the coors
Yeah, everyone’s got to have the thirst
‘Cause everyone seems to need the coors
Ow..Yeah, Precious coors

I gotta pee
I gotta pee
I gotta pee
I gotta pee..I gotta pee
I gotta pee..I gotta pee
I gotta pee..I gotta pee
I gotta pee..I gotta pee
I gotta pee
I gotta pee..I gotta pee
I gotta pee..I gotta pee..I gotta pee

Drinking all the coors
It can’t get better than this
Need to feel secure
Yeah, it’s can’t get better than this, this, yeah
It can’t get better than this
Drinking all the coors
Yeah, everyone’s got to have the thirst
‘Cause everyone seems to need the coors
I gotta pee
I gotta pee
I gotta pee

Beer (ala Cure)
JDROPP@aol.com

The man takes a Silver Bullet
He keeps them cool in a fridge
He must drink no matter how warm
So don’t drink his beer

He knows the answers cold in his fridge
He takes his medicine

The man takes another Silver Bullet
Yeah.. he’s drunk again

Uncross your legs its time to get another beer
say I wanna beer!
Uncross your legs now its time to get another beer
I want a beer..

The wines tempt her and she swallows
Again she drinks it in
She mustn’t go to the bar or she’ll get carded
She’s been drinking Jag again

Uncross your legs its time to
get another beer
say I wanna beer!
Uncross your legs now its time to get another beer
I want a beer..
I want a beer
I want a beer
I want a beer

Getting drunk on beer… Yeah, it can’t get better than this
Need to feel a buzz.. Yeah, It’s gotta get colder than this
It must get colder than this

Want another Beer.. Yeah everyone’s got to have the craving for yet another beer,
I want a beer
I want a beer

Connie (ala Ronnie)
JDROPP@aol.com

Story starts,
Small town whore,
Big time cost
Always wants,
Always wants pay
Different street means more pay

Then streets of gold, unpaved I’m afraid
There’s a man or boy always looking to get laid

Nothing happened in this boring place,
but oh my god how it all did change
Now they all pray, for the whores to go away

She said “Lost my way, in this boring place… lost my way”
I heard her: “Lost my way, and brought my friends”

All things wash away but AIDS stained your son dead today

I always said “Somethin’ strange with well built Connie Long,”
Always laughed, always smiled
And walked enough, miles and miles and miles

The whorehouse calls, “Son,” she said
“Keep your money, it’s free today… Think once again
of my exciting place, for little boys, how they soon change.”

Now they all pray whorehouse go away

(spoken:) Yeah, All the youngs thrived when Connie moved to this place
She said, “Don’t you dare ask why I’m cursed to spread my legs”
Well, now we all know why the children call her Connie Down
When she pulled that condom from his pocket they all pay out, out, out

She said “Lost my way this lustful day, made my pay”
Yeah, I heard her
She screamed “Lost my way, this lustful day, made my pay”

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