If the transgendered Prof. Erika can steal from the Internet and pass it off as his/her/its own, then so can I, except that the following parody was composed entirely by me to the tune of "Strangers in the Night," and is lovingly dedicated to the little looters -- er, I mean little people -- in all of us. Take it away, Ringo.
WEE ONES IN THE NIGHT
Wee ones in the night, exchanging blindfolds
Ducking from the light
What were the chances, they’d be sharing bile
Before the night was through?
Something in their eyes was so revolting,
Something in their smile was so contorting,
Some abcess in their heart,
Told me their claims aren't true.
Wee ones in the night, just bitter people
They were little by birth right
Up to the moment
When they made their first bellow.
Little did we know
Hate was just a sick assay,
A fascist, racist click away and -
Hardly ever right, they’re ever clueless
falling to divulge, they couldn’t mean less
Hiding from the light,
Just wee small troglodytes.
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For those lucky enough not to get the reference, Roger’s referring to a recent post by New Albany’s most famous recluse Professor. The post, in its entirely, read:
Thursday, March 13, 2010
STRANGERS ON MY FLIGHT...
Strangers on my flight,
turbans they're packin',
Wonderin' if they might;
plan a hijacking.
They could pull a stunt,
before the flight is through.
Something's on their minds,
I saw them mutter.
What that in their hands?
Looks like box cutters.
I'm gonna kick some ass;
if they make a move.
Strangers on my flight.
Two smelly people,
and they're not talking right;
and in a moment,
I will grab my base ball bat;
and that will be that.
Swing like Joe DiMaggio,
and rip rip them both a new a-hole.
And if they pick a fight,
and try to screw us,
I'll punch their lights,
just like Joe Louis.
It would feel so right,
for strangers on my flight.
Ratta Tat Tat Tat,
Budda Bing Bang Boom,
Zooma Zooma Zoom,
Send those bastards
to the moon!
Posted by One voice at 2:15:00 AM
That’s it. That’s the post in its entirety. No citation. No credits. No clue as to who wrote it or in what context.
Now VOP is a place where one expects to find plagiarism and ignorance in abundance. However, a quick Googling of the text reveals something spectacular.
This too-ignorant-to-believe poem is too ignorant to believe for very good reason: It’s a parody song by a character name Frank SiNazi, a comedian who dresses up like Adolph Hitler and sings Sinatra tunes with comedic Third Reich inspired lyrics.
The YouTube video may be found here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOBQtN9axHk
So the question is, in its rush to plagiarize, did VOP fail to recognize the obvious parody, or is VOP just that comfortable quoting a Hitler character without indicating that it’s something other than face value?
I'm in the process of recording an a capella rendition of your lyrics, Rogulus.
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