'35
Parody of '39, by Queen.
In the world of '35 sang a backing friend on gloops,
In the threads where the post were few,
Wore a hat and belted out a Joel and Freddie song,
The neatest songs ever seen.
And he'll write as she sighs,
And the towel sellers say,
That there's no stock left inside...
For Freddie and singing Gyll sailed across the gloopy seas,
Ne'er wore tack, no new beard, always tried.
Can't you see our stall, though you're singing far away,
Can't you see we're telling you,
Throw your towels on the sand,
Find the stock you never had,
In the band that the Sand Hilton knew!
Gylly:
ah-ah-ah-ah,
ah-ah-ahhh,
ah-ah-ahhhhh,
a-a-ahhhhhh-a-a-ahhh-uh,
aaaaaaAAAAAHHHHhhhhhh,
AH-owaaaahahaaa!
In the world of '35 came a song in for the shop,
The backing friends sung hard that day!
And they bring good news of a world so clearly won,
Though they'll annex so heavily today.
For the Kings and Queens of threads, little Corugus holds a sway,
But this song cannot be,
For so many years I write my songs, thread's older by a year,
Your broken hats, on my songs, moan to me.
Can't you see our stall, though you're singing far away,
Can't you see we're telling you,
Throw your towels on the sand, find the stock you never had,
In the band that the Sand Hilton knew!
Can't you see our stall, though you're singing far away,
Can't you see we're telling you,
All the postings in the land cannot heal me like your sound,
For our strife,
Now we shred
Sing for me.