A parody of The Beatles'
"Ticket to Ride"
I think I’m gonna be sick;
I think it’s a shame. Yeah.
He’s got an obsession with chips,
And doughnuts, and crepes. Yeah.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
But he don’t care.
All the things that he eats
Are talks of the town.
Yeah.
He has multiple chins,
And, boy, is he round.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
But he don’t care.
I know why he’s addicted to pie.
He better slow down,
But he owns a bakery.
Before his cholesterol gets too high,
He better slow down,
But he cannot stop. You see.
I think I’m gonna be sick;
I think it’s a shame. Yeah.
He’s got an obsession with chips,
And doughnuts, and crepes. Yeah.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
But he don’t care.
I know why he’s addicted to pie.
He better slow down,
But he owns a bakery.
Before his cholesterol gets too high,
He better slow down,
But he cannot stop. You see.
All the things that he eats
Are talks of the town.
Yeah.
He has multiple chins,
And, boy, is he round.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
He’s got addictions to pie.
But he don’t care.
Oh boy, he don’t care.
Oh boy, he don’t care.
Oh boy, he don’t care.
Oh boy, he don’t care.
Oh boy, he don’t care.
June 2001 |
