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Here's the latest parody... and it's of the Woody Guthrie song "Jesus Christ". 

 

Hope you enjoy: 'Blue Slush Ice', about a surfer with a legendary jones for blue slurpees.

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

Now some have argued that cover songs shouldn't be bothered with. But I think if U2 covers a song, 

they make it a 'U2' song. 

Besides, I don't want 'holes' in my discography. It's all or nothing! 


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


REMEMBER... 
EVERY U2 SONG SHALL BE PARODIED!!!! 
TO THE THEME OF FOOD!!!!


*** 129 U2 PARODIES COMPLETED!!!! ***

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Hope you enjoy!

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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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