Parodies...parodies...parodies...

I used to love writing "parodies"...I say "used to"...because I haven't written any for years....Just lost "inspiration", I guess. And I'm not really sure if you can really even call all of the parodies...All of them are not funny. Some are, some are basically just me talking about something to the tune of some song. Like the lyrics re-written to the tune of a song. I think I have written over 100 parodies....I didn't save all of them, and I just realized a few of the ones I liked the most myself are gone. Most of the parodies used to be on one of the MJ boards, but not any more. And this probably won't come as a surprise...but most of the "parodies" have something to do with Michael Jackson. LOL! Either it is about Michael, or about us fans...or it is about something else but to the tune of an MJ song.

Anyways....I thought I'll share the parodies here. I only have them written down on paper, so it will take me a while to get all of them typed and posted...but I'll start with a few of my favorites and keep adding more as I go. So if you enjoy that type of things...keep checking in, and feel free to leave a comment if you like. (Oh and don't try to figure out what inspired me to write....it was usually just random things...things and ideas that popped into my head while listening to some song and it made me laugh (or I was angry about something and some song fit the mood I was in) and so I "elaborated" on that idea and wrote a parody...I'm not a songwriter or anything, so please don't judge the lyrics! LOL! They are only done as my pasttime fun, so some are okay, others not. I hope you'll enjoy them anyhow.)

Okay...here we go.

A song about loving food. Not meant to offend anyone. I'm a candy addict, so I guess that inspired me. LOL!

I PUT ON WEIGHT
(To the tune of Michael Jackson's "Heaven Can Wait")

Didn't I say NO?! *angry*
You just leave now all my candy alone!!
I don't care if I don't fit in a swimsuit
I just eat all day
Though you all say
I'll put on weight
Oh, if my pants get tight and start to burst
I don't care, I'll just start wearing skirts LOL!
Every chance I'll take
To eat all day
And put on weight

Ice cream and Tarts
Marshmallows
I don't want no damn vegetables

No rabbit food
I won't eat any of them stupid vegetables
My stomach's crying out for some real greasy sauce
If you serve salad's too
I will spit on you
Bring me fatty food
And bring me milk shakes
If the lard is on the plate
It is okay
Who cares if I am stout?!
And can't bend my knees?
Can't see my toes?
Give me my jelly beans
If Weight Watchers came for me
I'd tell them NO!!! LOL!

You just leave now all my candy alone

Unthinkable
Me sipping tea
And eating some apricots *Pfffftttt....roll eyes* LOL!
And wearing tights at home
Trying to move my bones
I don't care if I am round
I'm big and I am proud
So just BEAT IT, girl!!
Who says I still can't wear my sexy underwear?! LOL!
If you can't take my weight
So then just look elsewhere
I eat what pleases me
If Weight Watchers came for me
I'd tell them.....
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL!

By summer
January 6th, 2003

Apparently food inspires me a lot...LOL! Another song about food! LOL!

MUFFINS ARE DONE
(To the tune of MJ's song "2000 Watts")

You may bake a pie.... and cakes... and muffins...
Here's what you need...

Wheat flour
Butter
And I need
Baking powder
Apples
Cinnamon
And I'm gonna mix them all in a bowl
Two eggs
Two cups
Sugar
And lots
Margarine
And milk
And I think I also will add strawberries

Muffins are done
And tarts
Still gonna bake
Some pies
All of that fat
I know
Will make me so fat and I'll look really bloated LOL!

Chocolate
In bits
I add
Some milk
Mix with
Dry things
Sugar, flour, baking powder, vanilla, that's it...

Then add
Water
And eggs
Stir dough
Almost
Ready
Put it in the oven, sixty minutes

They're now ready...you can take the cakes out of the oven...

*summer takes them out and burns her hands* "AAAARRRRHGGGGGGHHH!!! SHOOT!"

LOL!

B y summer
November 6th, 2001

A song a tabloid repoerter could sing. You know how they seems to love making up lies and saying bad things about celebrities and how they stalk celebrities everywhere.

OTHER LIES
(To the tune of MJ's song "Butterflies")

Other lies
Other lies

I write tabloid news and stalk all day stars and their wives
Don't care if I write lies
Don't care if sometimes twist the truth
Yeah
And back-stabbing I'll do
Just to get a good story for tabloid news
I just make up lies
And I don't need to be nice
I just wanna bash y'all

I just wanna bash and diss
And I wish I could make up a scoop tonight
And tell some other lies, good lies, good lies

I can wait all day just to get a good picture of their kids
Invade privacy, I don't care how they feel, you see
Everywhere I chase and stalk them
Take some pictures, and then
I publish them all next day, hey
With a story untrue
Oh I love to make up some lies

Twist the story and then
I add some eccentric, bizarre, odd, weird lies, then
If it's good enough
Then I will publish it
Publish the whole stupid lie

By summer
November 5th, 2001

This parody was written for "Agent Vamp" from the MJIFC chat. She wanted me to write a song for her to the tune of her favorite MJ song, Smooth Criminal. So I did. Agent Vamp was a really funny girl, with a temper...So that's where the "Did it her way...doing blackmail" line came from. LOL! And she once told me she was drinking orange juice when we were chatting and she kept laughing at our jokes during the chat and one time she said she was spilling the juice all over the place because she was laughing so much. So that's basically where the lyrics for this one came from. Oh and Ian was our friend that we used to chat with at MJIFC.

SHE'LL MISS ALL THE FUN
(To the tune of "Smooth Criminal" by MJ)

Agent came into the chatroom
Hoping Ian would come in too
Sipping juice bought from the market
Spilled the juice out on the carpet
Had the printer on the table
Yogurt, T-shirt and a staple
Sitting alone in her bedroom
Her comp crashed down
It was her doom

Agent are you okay
So agent are you okay
Are you okay Agent

Agent are you okay
Would you tell us
That you're okay
There's a sign on the screen now
Your comp crashed down
Disappearing Agent
Your juice bought from the market
Spilled the juice out on the carpet
Sitting alone in your bedroom
Your comp crashed down
It was your doom

Agent are you okay
So Agent are you okay
Are you okay Agent

She will weep now
She can't chat now
She'll miss all the fun

She wrote Ian 'nother e-mail
Did it her way
Doing blackmail
"Wanna have a conversation?"
Better mail me!!!
'Cause I can't chat!!"

Agent are you okay....

By summer
1998

A parody dedicated to one idiot of a reporter...Dominic Mohan...who called Michael a "white woman"...This one was written especially for Dominic "Dee" Mohan...And with leech I am referring to the reporters and all these people trying to make a profit out of Michael...They write lies about MJ and bash him just to make money. Losers!

DEE MO'HON
(To the tune of Janet Jackson's "Son Of A Gun")

You tell 'em Summy (Summy=summer=me)

summer:
See, I'll tell you about a leech
Yes, about a leech...
So many and in so many nations
Who's this song about?

Don't hurt 'em now...

summer:
False information....
Leech on Mike's body
Leech on Mike's body

You tell 'em Summy

Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Did you think your story's cool?!!
Greedy Mo**erfu**er
Try to sell your story that ain't true!!!

Dee Mo'hon
Uh
Dee Mo'hon

summer:
You probably smell like B.O.
Lame, depressed, pathetic reporter
It's no wonder you act like a leech
It's time to look in the mirror!!

Writing new scoop 'bout a star
Making up it all-Print it all
Attacking him without a cause
No substance, and all false
Not bothered by if it's wrong or right
You write sleezy, untrue lies
Try to come up with dirt in your mind
New BS for tabs one more time

Oh, who you're gonan attack anew
Where is the next lie from
Who's your next victim
Oh, we know that you lie, fool!
After you hear this song
Who you're gonna leave alone
Oh, don't need Daily Mirror
National Enquirer
Not Mike on the cover
Oh, there will be no lies
This time-they're out
Victory is ours

I betcha Dee this song is about you
F**k you, f**k you, f**k you!

Ha ha, hoo hoo...
Dee Mo'hon
You tell 'em Summy

Leech on Mike's body...leech on Mike's body...

Ha ha hoo hoo....

Bringing out anew the same old lie
And you hurt Mike and it ain't right
Everyone you bash for sold out
You're a leech, I'll say it loud
Now I'm gonna give you a count to two
To change the lead story on the tabloid news
No MJ on cover
MJ you will not bother
Don't care if you suffer
You stupid mo**erfu**er

summer:

Leeches in various shapes and sizes
Most tabs like to evaluate their prices
Come up with so many different tricks
Tabloids and their lies make me sick
Their business has gotten too big

Tabloids just getting bolder
Can't they knock it off
Describe Michael as a fool
They lie just for fun
Out of lies make money-their ambition
We protest now
F**k Dee Mo'han!!!

summer:
No no no no
It's not what you write, it's who you fool
You're so lame, I betcha Dee this song is about you
F**k you, f**k you, f**k you...

No one needs your old sleaze
All set down to run down your venture
We'll take away the breath of all what you conceive
(Tell 'em Summy)
And if it wasn't for what you all conceive
There woudl be no leech on Mike's body
Leech on Mike's body...
Who do you think you are, WALKER??!! (=Mike Walker)
Or the Globe tabloid reporters
Or reporters at Star and the others
Do you all think you can really be proud??!!
Check the encyclopedia for leech...
No no no no
It's not what you sell, it's who you fool
You're so lame....

By summer
April 23th, 2001

A parody I wrote while studying for an exam....LOL!

A, YOU SEE
(To The tune of MJ's "Privacy")

No a B ain't enough
That's why I study a lot
I revise Neurology
And gynecology
I gotta read all the books
To know how our brain looks
And the facial nerve we use
And must know 'bout all the cramps

So I keep studying
All night 'cause I want an A
I'd never want a B
I read 'bout birth control
Contraceptives, condoms
And I read 'bout periods, hormones, and 'bout defect choromosomes

I want an A, you see
Yeah yeah
So gotta study
(Mercy!!) LOL!
Yeah, yeah
I don't want a B
I don't want a B
Yeah, yeah

So I keep reading all night
A lot about meningitis
'Cause no coin I'm gonna toss
Just 'cause I didn't learn
My exam will go all smooth
All answers I will know too
But until then, every night
I'll study 'til it's day

I'll have a big exam
I'm stressed out, that makes me mad
Just gotta sigh
Oh Lord!
There is just so much to learn
The brain and all the damn nerves
But I just gotta keep reading or I'll get a B

I want an A, you see...

By summer
November 2nd, 2001

This one was written for MJ.

NOT ALONE
(To the tune of MJ's "Break Of Dawn")

We, the fans
Love you lots
You're the greatest of all time
You can be
Near or far
We will still be there each time
Kind, sweet, tender
Cute and nice
That is why we love you, Mike
There're no buts
Love you lots
You should know
We love you so

Like before
We are here
To show you our support, Mike
People talk
People say
That Sneddon is playing games (It was originally "Sony"..but I changed it to Sneddon during the trial...)
Oooh oooh
Now we let people know
They should learn
Fans won't let them hurt Mike

You're not alone
Everywhere and every time
We're there for Mike
Not alone
Near or far, and day and night
We love Mike
Not alone
We won't let none of them fools
Hurt Mike or make him blue
You're not alone
We won't stop
You're not alone
You've got us

We, the fans
We won't let
People show you disrespect
We love you
So we'll do
Anything to support you
There are evil people lurking
But we've won them before
Our love for you is too deep
To let you be hurt all alone

Not alone
We love you, you'got us, Mike
Not alone
We'll be there, Mike, every time
Not alone
Mike, we are your biggest fans
And you know that we love you
You're the greatest, cutest man

We won't wait
We will not stop
Won't put up with all that stuff
We don't play
With hearsay
Tabloids, Sneddon
Go away!!!
We won't let them hurt Mike
We protest "That's enough!!!"
We will do, all for you
Mike, you're not alone
'Cause we all love you!!

By summer
May 28th, 2002

Some thoughts and "speculation" on how a fan is going to act once MJ's album hits the stores and the "Michaelmania" begins once again...LOL!

WHEN MICHAEL'S ON STAGE
(To the tune of "When I Come Of Age" sung by MJ)

How will I be?
Screaming my head off, my throat sore?
Will the one who'll faint be me?
When Michael's on stage

Will I be strong?
Yeah, yeah
Will I be a screaming fan?
Climb fences if I can?
When Michael's on stage

Hey y'all
I'm gonna write to the Star
And defend our favorite star
Yeah, that's it!
I'm gonna write to National Enquirer
And also to the Globe
And then
I will write e-mails to Liz Smith
I'm gonna take a lot of trips to far away lands
When I'm a Michael-fan

And what about Mike?
Will he still release a CD?
I guess I have to wait and see...
When Michael's on stage

And what will you do?
Will you still travel to see him?
I guess I have to wait and see...
When Michael's on stage

And we all have been waiting long
But we have all remained hsi fans
And we all have supported MJ
Through good times and through bad
And soon we'll have the CD
And I know it will be grand
And we love him, fans
Just as strong
'Cause we are MJ fans!

Wait, New York City, you'll see who's the real king
Wait, London and Beijing, the whole world's gonna see
(We're gonna be so happy)
When, when Michael's on stage

By summer
July 7th, 2001