^The Ta_st_{e of Eg}g

Parody of “Blood Child”, words and music by Joey Shoji

For more information and other parodies, see www.songworm.com
Parody lyrics ©1999-01-10 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

Written at one of Kathy Mar’s weekend-long Stone Soup parties in honor of the traditional Sunday Morning Dead Bunny Brunch, which features pancakes in the shape of rabbits, which scream (sound effects provided by the guests) when their chocolate-chip eyes behold the hot griddle coming up to meet them. No real bunnies were harmed in the making of this song. I don’t eat real bunnies anyway.

Last

Em night

this seemed so

Bm inn

ocent a

Em part

y.

Just

C friend

ly conver

D sa

tion, soup and

Em song

.

But

G now

the Bunny

C Break

fast is up

Bm on

us,

And

C pan

cakes never

D seemed

so very

Em wrong

.

I watched you as you made your preparations,
And calmly melted butter on the grill.
But this preserve awaiting on the counter
Looks like a gorey garnish for the kill!

Note: JS1 and JS2 chords denote special fingerings Joey devised specifically for the Blood Child song.

Chorus:

A  JS1 sev ered leg.  A sticky  JS2 tail . The  JS1 limbs , compressed.  A flattened  F ear . One  JS1 blear y, bloody, sunny, Sunday  JS2 morn , I  JS1 heard  the  Bm bun nies scream in  Em fear .

You hinted at this on the invitation,
And told us we must witness it ourselves.
But I was never told about the horror,
The carnage that awaited on your shelves.
 
The two that you most recently had battered
Were at your mercy; to the pan they clung.
I watched in horror as you flipped them over,
To fry up for your hungry hoards of young!

Chorus:

A severed leg.  A sticky tail. The limbs compressed.  Some splattered brain. One bleary, bloody, sunny, Sunday morn, I heard the bunnies scream in pain.