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Here are the latest U2 parodies, all to the theme of food.


But is it funny? Does it work? I leave that up to you good people to judge. 

So judge away! And that means *PLEASE* leave some feedback.


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U2 Parody #127

A Constipation
Parody of "A Celebration"

Ache, ache
Go, go!

I believe I have constipation
I believe sh*t's stuck in me
I believe I can't loose these stools
I will leave these tight pants off me
Pants off me

Ache, ache
Ache, ache

Can't achieve turds out my back door
I believe I could drop a bomb
I believe it's from spoiled meat
But it could be from sour milk

No poo, man
Will go through
Sit on can
Go, go, go, go!
Ache, ache
Ache, ache

I am stopped inside
And everything churns round and round
Shouldn't have had the Key Lime
My guts' a swirl and plumbing's down

Go, go!

I'm aggrieved I can't expel the White Perch,
Muffins made with bran
I'm so peeved from the hell
Almond Joys have laid to my plans

No poo, man
Will go through
Sit on can
Go, go, go, go...
Number two!

I believe my colon walls could echo
(Oh no, can't poo)
I believe I'll start to crown
I believe I'll end this shitty situation
(Turned blue)
With a heave, I'll dump ten pounds
And go, go, go, go!

No poo, man
Won't go through
Sit on can
Go, go, go, go...
Number two!

I believe the scats' accruing
Can't go, can't poo!
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U2 Parody #128


Dispersed Thyme

Parody of "The First Time"


I have uncovered, uncovered recipes from my mother

I would scroll, scroll, scroll and scroll

And she'd just use one seasoning

Explains my palour when it occurs to me

Lived a dope and I can't believe

That she dispersed thyme

And lots of


I have a brother, just a lazy brother with weed
I spend a good time shunning him

He spends his bumming stuff from me

When I feel myself feeling down

I just call and he comes around

And he'll disperse 'thyme'

And lots of


My father is an 'itch man'

He sells herbs to hippie folk

Gave thyme to ease their fungal suffering

Salves to stop their mold

He said, "if there's any expansion, 

Or if it resumes on your feet..."

But I left for the drug store

I'm not messing with my feet

I'm not messing with my feet

Yeah, I ain't messing with my feet

Yeah, I ain't messing with my feet

His dispersed thyme

His dispersed thyme

His dispersed thyme

He can shove



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U2 Parody #129


Blue Slush Ice

Parody of "Jesus Christ"

Written by Foody Guthrie

Well, Jose was a man

Who was working on his tan

Between catching some waves

Well, one day he'd pitch

"Know what's good at the store?"

Well, he said,

Blue Slush Ice he did crave

 

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Well, he said,

Blue Slush Ice He did crave

 

Well, we're spent sunburnt creatures

Thirsting, after all

He told me we'd cool our brains

He said, "Screw this foolery

And let's go to the store!"

Well, he said,

Blue Slush Ice fights heat waves

 

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Well, he said,

Blue Slush Ice fights heat waves

 

When Jose one day drowned

All the surfers gathered round

They grieved hard on that day

Well, world rankers from far beaches

They hailed to share the loss

And they all poured Blue Slush Ice in his grave

 

And there, in time, people

They hallowed this here ground

The young and ancient came way

Well, the shops' sad storekeepers

They wailed at profits lost

And they laid Blue Slush Ice at his grave

 

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Could sell Blue Slush Ice at his grave

 

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Seven, Seven Eleven

Could sell Blue Slush Ice at his grave

 

Dwells along in Heaven

Without his treat, pity

He would bitch, man,

An addiction he couldn't stave

Well, if Jose could beseech

Of God to set him free

Hell...

For Blue Slush Ice he'd go 'unsaved'

 

Severed, severed from Heaven

Severed, severed from Heaven

Severed, severed from Heaven

For Blue Slush Ice he'd go 'unsaved'

 

Severed, severed from Heaven

Severed, severed from Heaven

Severed, severed from Heaven

For Blue Slush Ice he'd go 'unsaved'

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U2 Parody #130


Bagel Bites

Parody of "Neon Lights"

Written by Kraftdinner

Bagel Bites

Simmering Bagel Bites

And at the mid of night

These bitty snacks delight

 

Bagel Bites

Simmering Bagel Bites

And under the oven light

So pretty, a gorgeous sight

 

Bagel Bites

Simmering Bagel Bites

And ease, they just might,

My pityful appetite

 

Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom

 

Bagel Bites

Simmering Bagel Bites

My willpower I can't fight

Such little things excite

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U2 Parody #131

Tainted Mac

Parody of "Paint It Black"

Written by The Strolling Cones

I eat at McDo's

And I have a tainted Mac

My stomach is so sore

I fear that I will yak

 

I see my life flash by

Pressed up to the toilet bowl

My stomach'll churn, I dread,

Until my sickness goes

 

I am maligned for hours

Cuz I had a tainted Mac

It sours every part of

My intestinal tract

 

Bad meat must've been fed

I'm sickly, look away

My guts are torn, achy

I'm having a real bad day

 

Not cooked inside I bet

The meat was utter crap

My stomach is so sore

And I'll paint the walls in yak

 

Doc looks inside my self

And sees my guts are whack

Says, "Don't eat any more

Goddamn Tainted Macs!"

 

Maybe the pain'll fade away

And not have these Mac Attacks

It's not easy bracin' up

When your immune system lacks

 

Those two all beef patties,

Special sauce, onions

Lettuce, cheese, pickles,

On a sesame seed bun

 

Why did I eat it? Purging tainted Mac, yak all night

Why did I eat it? Purging tainted Mac, wracked me whole

Why did I eat it? Purging tainted Mac, yak all night

Why did I eat it? Purging tainted Mac, wracked me whole

Why did I eat it? Purging tainted Mac, yak all night

Why did I eat it? Purging tainted Mac, wracked me whole

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U2 Parody #132

Vegemite I Love
Parody of "Satellite Of Love"
Written by Food Reed

Vegemite's gone, ate my supply

Things to list I'll need, I write to remind

You say this stuff is pretty vile

It's loved from Australia to NZ

 

Vegemite's gone, nothing in jars

Soon these toasts are filled, just butter on ours

You say that stuff's like monkey bile

It's loved from Australia to NZ

 

Vegemite I love

Vegemite I love

Vegemite I love

Vegemite

I have doled out yeast extract gold

With nary a care if gone

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday

With nary a care if gone

 

Vegemite's gone, ate my supply

Things to list I'll need, I write to remind

You say this stuff reeks feces piled

It's loved from Australia to NZ

 

Vegemite I love

Vegemite I love

Vegemite I love

Vegemite

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U2 Parody #133 

Spanish Eggs

Parody of "Spanish Eyes"

 

Hey, hey, hey

Mmmmm

Baby, pan's on

Baby, pan's on

 

Hey, hey, hey

Mmmmm

Baby, pan's on

 

Bad for your heart

But right for your palette

Pan's on the ol' stove

Heat up chiles & onions

 

Hey, hey, hey

Mmmmm

Baby, pan's on

 

I love 'em

Like cocaine

Oh, those Spanish Eggs

Spanish Eggs

 

Hey, hey, pass me some

Cayenne for flavour

I'll throw on half a slab of bacon

Cause I love the way it tastes to me

And I love the way it's based on my recipe

And I'll feed you

Oh, you'll thank me

 

I love 'em

Like cocaine

Oh, those Spanish Eggs

Spanish Eggs

 

A sauce I'll whirl on

That's tangy and bold

Oh, these Spanish Eggs

Your mouth will foam...

More cayenne!

 

Hey, hey, hey

Mmmmm

Baby, pan's on

 

Hey, hey, these peppers

I'll cut and add some

Basil, adds bite, and

Oregano's advised

Outstanding plump tomatoes

Sauted mushrooms just right

For I'm a believer

Forever I'll eat

When I get up

A dozen eggs I beat

 

Hey, hey, hey

Baby, pan's on, pan's on

Hey, hey, hey

Baby, pan's on, pan's on

Cause I love the way it tastes to me

And I love the way it's based on a recipe

And I'll feed you

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I love made up lyrics, the sillier the better LOL I've looked at yours many times but you are right, it's only courteous to leave feedback especially if someone has made you giggle, so just wanted to say thanx for cheering my day. Keep it up, you're really good at thesehappy.gif

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