Parody of “The Kelpie”, words and music by
Karen Jolley
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Reprinted from
Songworm 3
Parody lyrics ©1989-01-01 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
Stay away from that reverb switch, Karen had said to Chrys.
The lovely purr of the dulcimer just was not meant for this!
Chrys’s pickup’s on her strings; it clings there like a leech.
It sucks up juice that the cords produce,
and turns sweet music to a screech.
| Chorus: |
Karen, won’t you play for me; We’ll do your music proud. Try not to fret; the effects you’ll get Will come through clear and loud. |
Karen sighs, and strums a chord on the large box in her lap.
She shakes her head when she hears instead
a raucous electronic zap.
Her eyes grow wide; she tears her hair; the pick falls from her grasp.
Her quiet grace and placid face turned white in one shocked gasp.
(Chorus)
I’ve no doubt, if looks could kill, when backed by angry thought,
Then Chrys, by right, would have died that night,
her body withered on the spot.
Karen says I come to your house, and play my songs for free.
I come to jam, like the sport I am, and you dare do this to me!
(Chorus)
Off Chrys rushes with the tape to save for future years,
While, left alone with the microphone, poor Karen wallows in her tears.
But being alone in Chrys’s house, Karen now sits and plots.
When Chrys returns, she quickly learns
her cords are tied in cunning knots.
(Chorus)