A few nifty song parodies.....:)
***Mariachi***
(to the tune of "Macarena")
by RoZita
There's a guy who is known as El Mariachi
Who can strum a guitar in a manner that is catchy
But he mows down the bad guys just like an Apache
Heyyyy Mariachi! Ayyy!!!!
Mariachi cleans out bars like a tornado
Drops a bomb that goes off like a hot potato
Then goes home to make love to his tomato
to hell he is on an elevator.... Ayyy!!!
This guy who is known as El Mariachi
Moves in a manner hotter than a Hibachi
With a strut that could do justice to a Versace
Heyyyyy Mariachi! Ayyyy!!!!
Mariachi, Mariachi, Mariachi
you sizzle like the summers in Marbella
Mariachi, Mariachi, Mariachi
you kick ass like no other fella....Ayyyy!!!
This guy who is known as El Mariachi
Is the sexiest thing that ever put on a juarachi
The baddies don't mess with him cuz he'll whup their you-know-whatchy
Heyyyy Mariachi!!!! Ayyyy!!!!
Mariachi wants to go home with RoZita
Cuz he knows for sass and class you just can't beat her
To his famous brand of salsa he will treat her
And make her his hottest mamacita.....
Move with me, chant with me
If you good I take you home with me....
(or even if you bad...jajajaja)
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***Malagueña Girls***
(to the tune of "California Girls")
Oh the Southern Chicas rock, they have that nice girl, down-home air *heheh*
And the Eastern Chicas exude style and class with a very special flair
The Northern and Midwestern AB fans are really on the ball
And those who live in the foreign lands are the sweetest ones of all...
I wish we all could be Malagueña girls....
I wish we all could be Malagueña girls....
The Western Chicas they all live so very near our man
We dig a wet bikini on his cute little tush by a palm tree in the sand
I've been a lot of places and I've seen all kinds of guys
But the best one of all is that Spanish dude with the sultry smoldering eyes
I wish we all could be Malagueña girls....
I wish we all could be Malagueña girls....
Apologies to the Beach Boys...LOL
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***My Favorite Things***
(to the tune of...uh... "My Favorite Things"--click to hear the music)
Jeans on cute tushes and tuxes on hotties
White shirts and black pants on fABulous bodies
Cool boots with silver spurs that go "ching-ching"
These are a few of my favorite things....
Cubans with trumpets that set me all swooning
Boxers in showers all dripping and...mooning *hehe*
Wild mariachis who strum on their strings
These are a few of my favorite things....
Heroes with black masks who ride on black horses
Doctors whose eyes stop the stars in their courses
Vampires who rise when the moon lights their wings
These are a few of my favorite things....
When the twit gripes
When the bill stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad....
Arabs with scimitars thrust in their sashes
Spies in black jackets with cute fake mustaches
Argentine cuties who swagger and sing
These are a few of my favorite things....
*mush alert*
Girlfriends who bless me with love and with laughter
And stories that always end happily ever after
These have the power to turn winters to springs
These are a few of my favorite things....
When the twit gripes
When the bill stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad....
*modest little bow*
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Here’s another, written for Valentine’s Day......
***Valentine Song***
(to the tune of "Wouldn’t it be Luverly")
*in my best Cockney accent;)*
All I want is the bloke so fine
Ché, me favorite Argentine
To be me Valentine,
oh wouldn’t it be luverly?
Curly ‘air and such luscious lips
Big brown eyes like two choc’late chips
Cute bum be’ind them ‘ips,
oh wouldn’t it be luverly?
Oh so luverly, ‘e’s so AB-so-bloomin’-lutely cute
I would never rest until..’e’s...
into ‘is birthday suit!
When ‘e sings in them golden tones
Wot it does to me pheromones
I want to jump ‘is bones
Oh wouldn’t it be luverly
Luverly, luverly...
Wouldn’t it be luverly?
Thank you, thank you.......:)
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Ahoy, me hearties!!! Here be two ballads composed by a couple of saucy pirate wenches in honor of "National Talk Like a Pirate Day"--aye, there really be such a thing, September 19, indeed! So, we wrote 'em in honor of our favorite swashbuckler--ye may know who that be! Arrrr!!!
But avast!!! these songs may perchance offend the delicate sensibilities of sartin prim 'n proper landlubbers...in which case they should either be exchangin' that bottle of prune juice for a keg of hearty pirate rum--or else they should stay at home and watch Jerry Falwell! Heheh!
To proceed...jine wi' us on the choruses if ye like, mateys...they sounds ever fairer after that third cup o' grog;)
***Blow the Man Down***
by Iron Bess Kidd [Click here if ye don't be knowin' the tune...]
A pirate wench lusty,
all buxom an' busty
(Way hey blow the man down) *heheh*
Espied a fine Spaniard
all perched on her lanyard
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
Chorus: Blow the man down, beauties,
blow the man down
Way hey blow the man down!
This morrow we'll sail to fair Malaga town
Where we'll have a chance
to blow the man down!
His stern and his starboard
were fair as his larboard
(Way hey blow the man down)
she thought 't were no folly
t'make his Roger jolly
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
His fore and his aft
left her feelin' quite daft
(Way hey blow the man down)
A movin' so limber
she shivered his timbers
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
She sounded so pretty
a singin' this ditty
(Way hey blow the man down)
That this handsome mortal
invaded her porthole [pronounced like "portal" heheh]
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
Oh she went a jiggin'
untanglin' his riggin'
(Way hey blow the man down)
then in a fog
she did sample his grog
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
She went under the stairs
for to plunder his wares
(Way hey blow the man down)
She felt it her duty
to inspect his booty
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
She hollered "Avast!"
when he showed his full mast
(Way hey blow the man down)
She called him her man an'
so touched off his cannon
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
She was rendered nigh gutless
when she spied his cutlass
(Way hey blow the man down)
but she scraped her knuckles
while swashing his buckles
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
Thar be truth to the rumors
that she lost her bloomers
(Way hey blow the man down)
She shouted, "Oh blimey,
I'm one lucky limey!"
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
(Repeat chorus)
If ye don't think me ditty
is proper nor witty
(Way hey blow the man down)
Sing me one o' yer own
an' then I'll pick no bone
(give 'er a chance to blow the man down!)
Chorus: (All together now!!)
Blow the man down, beauties,
blow the man down
Way hey blow the man down!
Now that we've arrived in fair Malaga town
Cover yer eyes
whilste I blow the man down!
 
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***Yo Ho!!!***
by Mad Morgan Rackham
Lusting pirates on a Spaniard's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Chica pirates all of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There along his chest of Spanish dreams untold
These chica pirates riot, aching for gold,
All lay there that took the plum
With salacious grins and their lips struck numb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where we women had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
naked forms laid sweating by the sodden blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knob and with legs splayed
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
I don't be knowin' what treasure-chest this fine picture were plundered from...if it be yers an' 'tis credit yer wantin...too bad matey, they don't call us PIRATES fer nuttin! HAHA!!!!
(Just kiddin', of course...email us...arrrr)
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