To the tune of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
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[ME]: I’ve been challenged to compose a parody fantasia
Even though should I succeed, I’m guaranteed ovatia
I won’t do it, ain’t no way, no how it’s imprecatia
I decline the challenge of a parody fantasia

To the tune of Be Our Guest
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[THE CHALLENGER]: Be a pest! Be a pest!
Put our patience to the test
You tied a string around your finger so
So you won’t forget the quest
Good for you!
I would too
Here’s, the deal now, it's compelling
Don't believe me? I’m foretelling!
You’re a fool, if you bolt
I suggest you not revolt!
And a dare from me is never second best
So go on and reconsider
We will make you highest bidder
As you’ve guessed,
We don’t rest!
Well with pests!

To the Tune of American Pie
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[ME]: So my, my this here parody guy
Brought my rewrites to a web site titled Just-Right -Am-I
Can’t accept; can’t refuse no matter how hard I try
So I suppose that I’ll just sit here and sigh.
I suppose I’ll sit here and sigh.

To the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody “Mama, I just shot a man”
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[ME]: Mama, I am in a jam,
I got myself in between, rock and hard place. I’m not keen

Bohemian Rhapsody jump to “I see a little silhouetto of a man”
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I made a practice not to parody any song weird Al did. I don’t want them comparing
Walker v Yankovich; amateur v big rich pro:
Very frightening; Very frightening
Very frightening; Very frightening
Very frightening; silly scared.

To the tune of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Verse 5
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[CHALLENGER]: I don’t want to press. For the love of God yes
I am keeping the challenge before you.
I’ve searches and I find and that makes me inclined
To score Yankovich low’r than I’d score you.
[ME]: I knew that his system of scoring lacked wisdom
I know that he’s bragging he snowed me
But he knew that I used American Pie
Though I’m new to this site someone knowed me.

Reprise to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody “Mama, I just shot a man”
[ME]: Mama, I just wrote a song.
Filled my pencil full of lead.
Used my keyboard here instead.

To the tune of Blinded by the Light
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[CHALLENGER]: He was blinded by the fame
Revved up like a Slam
In the middle of the game
Blinded by the fame.

To the Tune of Modern Major General
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[ME]: It’s pointless that I understand all matters mathematical,
Quadratical and differential re-al and imaginary
My talents are worth nothing if my policies are impracticable
What this song needs is a lyricist, not an actuary.

Re-Reprise to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody
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[ME]: Everything still matters
Anyone can see
Everything still matters
Everything still matters to me