MIKE PATTON PARODIES |
| ARTIST: Mr. Bungle ALBUM: Mr. Bungle (Self-Titled) LABEL: Warner Bros. Records RELEASED: August 13, 1991 DURATION: 73:15 – 10 Tracks SONG: Squeeze Me Macaroni |
LYRICS: Cosmic Jester
COMMENTS: “I spent over a month working
on this one. I tried to include puns on.. names related to Mr. Bungle.
Some of the proper names need to be mispronounced to work the intended way.” PARODY: Ultimate Patton Band Tribute Song |
| I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchenAnd knock her upper during supper, clutter up her butter gutterHostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wongWhile Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pongYour Milky Way is M’n’M in your britchesAnd I’ll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty deliciousKeep blowing my gum, cuz here I comeI’m gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum
Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby I was givin’ some head to some french bread It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed French kissin’ french fries in my Fruit of the Looms I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass I stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled With Big Mac he’ll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny’s loose caboose He’s gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze, From the skeez disease, wooi! Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin’ rump roast Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back Bananarama or ramabanana Fuckin’ Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my… Tiki-tiki-too! … You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born Cookin’ like a beginner, but I’m goin’ up in her I had Fritos for lunch I’m havin’ bush for dinner Chef Boyardee and the Three Muskateers Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers “Holy moly, guacamole!” said my Chips Ahoy I’m gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough boy Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby We came to pottie, we came to pottie down your throat … |
I wanna lock California in my CD player,Tomahawk comes later then it’s Dan the Automator’Cuz I like to sing songs with the dude who’s in Peeping TomWhile Danny Heifitz puts a crash on a ping pang pong!And ev’ry day to Book M I will listenAnd I’ll tell you the truth, a Neil Hamburger’s deliciousKeep playin’ those drums with Eyvind KangI’m gonna get the S/T with “Travolta” on, yeah!
Knick knack, Ipecac, I need some Maldoror baby! Knick knack, Ipecac, I need some Maldoror baby! I was goin’ to bed to some Faxed Head It wasn’t all that crazy and I thought he would shred! Fantomas’s eyes on my wallpaper too I go deeper when I’m sleepin at the end of “Dead Goon”! I got Phillip Greenlief for when I’m cuttin’ the grass I won’t be finished ’til I’m Dunn or run out of Mit Gas Secret Chiefs form the three into GCB’s Gonna bust the scene with their three CD’s! “God Hates A Coward” I sing in the shower With a bird song I’ll sing it but the chorus I’ll wing it Captain Midnight’s on the loose in the jukes of youth I give the volume a boost, I’m slowly growing deaf soon Super-groups, lose the blues, loops of flutes, Books of Truth, Introduce Topped with Gould cheese, please squeeze Out a single jeez’, wooi! One track, Ipecac? I thought there would be more, baby! One track, Ipecac? I thought there would be more, baby! Sing a song baby, with some lady Lay some lovage on me honey but it’s lots of money! Put a little faith in games, digging the grave If the fans endorse, we can flog that dead horse! Knick knack ipecac, bungle is back, in fact Cul De Sac, Flashback, Jockstrap Banana split or a Melt Banana? Fuckin’ David Lombardo on the Delerium Cordia! Squeeze me out a CD, bought them all and now I’m greedy Squeeze me out a CD, bought them all and now I’m greedy Squeeze me out a CD, bought them all and now I’m greedy Squeeze me out a CD, bought them all and now… Tiki-tiki-too! … I’ve gotta buy some McKinnon, gotta raise the bär A couple CD’s with a Zulfikar Fuckin’ Mike on Dillinger, hell he’s such a good singer Heavy Metal at lunch and acid Jazz for dinner V-L-A-D and the three Secret Chiefs Formed bungle tunes on their three CD’s “Moriendi” to “Volante” there’s a mix, ahoy! I’m gonna give a little listen to the Weird and little boy Knick knack, Ipecac, Mike Patton is the owner, baby Knick knack, Ipecac, Mike Patton is the owner, baby We want an album, we want an album out right now! … |
