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So the next thing I may be doing is some drawings to go with these off-color John Fogerty song parodies I wrote. Hopefully they'll be shown at a gallery show focusing on John Fogerty's apocryphal career as a swamp pervert that's being organized by my pal Bert Stabler. It's supposed to take place at Roots and Culture gallery in early July.

Anyway, I thought people might enjoy seeing some of the parodies. This one's to the tune of "Heard It Through the Grapevine" (originally by Marvin Gaye, of course, but covered by CCR.) I guess if people like it, I'll post more; if people don't, I won't, if people are indifferent, who knows what I'll do?


Schtupping in Your Green Slime

Oooo, bet you’re spurting pallid goo,
while roaches lick your underoos,
Have I got insect eggs inside my drawers,
Or am I just happy to see your sores?
Lips like mildewed Frito lay;
tongue like a fish-stick half-decayed, ooo

Chorus:
I’m schtupping in your green slime;
gelatinous orifice and it’s all mine
Oo, schtupping in your green slime;
fat pimples burst inside your mind.
Ribbit, ribbit, yeah

You know a pustule that crawls with flies
is the kind I want to get inside,
Stale queef makes my anatomy
crave your dank episiotomy
When I hear your intestines squelch
my love-gun begins to belch, ooo


Chorus

The cancer bursting from your mammaries
smells like milk but tastes like beer.
Chemotherapeutic booze
Flows like thin gruel from your rear.
In my pants the polyps grow,
As the lymph nodes come out to whore,
Don’t you know


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