Making a parody

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In our English class, we were assigned this task as an end-of-the-year project: make a parody, of ANY song, that has to do with one of the stories we've read over the year, and put the CD in a kareoke machine and sing it in front of the class. Pretty damned cool. So, our group is either gonna do the Diary of Anne Frank (to those who don't know, this is a WWII diary of some jewish girl in Germany) to the tune of Gangsta's Paradise, or the Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman (some INCREDIBLY gay book about the civil war and crap like that) to the tune of Rockin' Robin. I was assigned to write the Gangsta's Paradise one... and here it is. For being written at 11:30 at night, I think it's pretty damned good. And no offense is meant to any religious groups by this.

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Nazi's Paradise

As I walk through the place where lots of peeps die
I take a look at my life and sud’n’ly I’m ‘bout to cry
Cause I've been hidin’ and survivin’ so long
Even my friends think my life is gone
But I ain’t never said nothin’ that shouldn’t’a been said
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or if you a jew you gon’ be lined and shot
I really hate to lip but I got to folk’
As they croak I see me lookin’ back like a joke ... fool
I'm the kinda J that little peoples want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light

We’ve been spendin’ most our lives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
Keep losin’ all our jives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
None of us got no five’s livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
Been shot and stabbed with knives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise

Look at the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised with a lip
So I gotta talk back at the naz’ peeps
Too much radio listenin’ got me chasing dreams
I’m livin’ in this place with rescue on my mind
Got my journal in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a hoped-out tasta, mind-slippin’ paste-a
And my stickers is down so don’t arouse my anger ... fool
Death ain’t nothin’ but a phone call away
I'm living life do or die, what can I say
I'm 14 now but will I live to see 15
The way things is going I don't know

Tell me why are they conceited as can be
That the ones they hurt are you and me.

We’ve been spendin’ most our lives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
Keep losin’ all our jives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
None of us got no five’s livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
Been shot and stabbed with knives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise

Silence and the boredom, boredom and the silence
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's hiding, but half of them ain’t looking
What's going on in the outside, but I don't know what's cooking
They say I've got to learn but ain’t many here to teach me
If they can find it, how can’t they reach me
I guess they can
I guess they will
I guess they cheat
That's why I know my life is out of luck ... fool

We’ve been spendin’ most our lives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
Keep losin’ all our jives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
None of us got no five’s livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise
Been shot and stabbed with knives livin’ in the Nazi’s paradise

Tell me why are they conceited as can be
That the ones they hurt are you and me.
Tell me why are they conceited as can be
That the ones they hurt are you and me.

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Tell me if you think it's an A, please, or if it's a definite failure. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

YES YES! I LOVE IT! I'm gonna cry

A is for Awesome. [img]smile.gif[/img]

And remember, "I'm-a Luigi, number one!"

[Dylan]

Heh. Awesome, man.

I remember in 8th grade we made a parody of "Stan" by Eminem, telling the story of this little hippie (named M&M. No foolin'.) and called the album "The Baby Freak LP" (That's what the other hippies called him.) The book? "That Was Then, This is Now". Recommendations and stuff.

~Dylan