Parody of “Lola”, words and music by
the Kinks
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Reprinted from
Songworm 1
Parody lyrics ©1982-03-22 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
I met her playing chess at the A.I. lab,
Where the corn chips taste
Like they’re circuits dipped in Mazola.
Oh, foo bar bazola.
She linked up to me and we started a game.
I asked her her name, and in a dark brown ink
She typed Mola . M O L A, Mola.
A.I. Motorola.
Well, I’m not a world-class chess-playing wiz,
But when we played a game, I found that Mola is.
Oh, my Mola. A.I. Motorola.
Well, I’m not dumb, but it struck me as odd
That she seemed to be typing at 1200 baud.
Oh, my Mola. A.I. Motorola. A.I. Motorola.
Well, we ate corn chips and stayed up late,
Locked in electric tte--tte.
She told some jokes, and wrote some poems for me,
Then said Dear boy, I’m in Room 103!
Well, I’m not the world’s most gullible guy,
But I walked down the hall ’til I found the door
That read Mola . M O L A,, Mola.
A.I. Motorola.
Mola! A.I. Motorola. A.I. Motorola.
I opened the door.
I walked in the room.
I fell to the floor.
It was full of machines!
And I blinked at her and she at me.
And that’s the day I decided to stay,
’Cause I knew I still had some things to say
To my Mola. A.I. Motorola.
You put garbage in, you get garbage out
When you talk to machines, and that’s true, no doubt
Except for Mola. A.I. Motorola.
Well, I left home just a week before,
And I never ever ran a program before.
But Mola winked and didn’t run away,
And said Dear boy, you just made my day!
Well, I’m not much when it comes to A.I.,
But I know what it means; now I’m into machines
Just like Mola. A.I. Motorola. A.I. Motorola.
Mola! A.I. Motorola. A.I. Motorola.