Hey, la, la.
Oh, oh, oh.
Didn't know the party moved. I played it cool;
I leaned back with my pad to doodle.
Some troops were laying down with Sergeant's tool.
"Lot of gifts," he said.
Then the monitor seemed to fade,
Came back with a loud voice and a rave that dazed.
That was no flying, that was crazy falling style.
There's a new toy standing in my spot.
He thinks that he's somebody,
But his ship is just a pod.
There's a new toy standing in my spot.
He's asking us to fix it
Scotch tape onto cardboard box.
He tells us:
"Set for stars beyond strange,
Set for worlds beyond range,
I'm set for all infinity!"
Ain't got no friend in me, so I pick on you.
Push you far out, Scud might sic on you.
Look at the TV, the commercial is all about you.
Look out Sid's window, Andy's bedroom light!
If we can break out, we won't have to fight.
Don't tell the others that I think you're cool, and alright.
There's a new toy sitting by my spot,
He thinks that he's nobody,
Knows his ship is just a pod.
There's a new toy sitting by my spot.
He's asking me to leave him.
Put his arm back into socket,
Tell him:
"Set for stars beyond strange,
Set for worlds beyond range,
Get set for all infinity!"
Cool toy sitting by my spot,
You know that you're somebody,
And your ship is just a pod.
You're a cool toy sitting by my spot.
We're gliding by your wingspan,
Plastic cuts off tape to rocket,
Tell them:
"Set for stars beyond strange,
Set for worlds beyond range,
We're set for all infinity!"
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
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Parody: The Second
PoetryAnother volume of poetic parodies for those interested to read more. Enjoy!