It’s Friday, so it must be time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™.
Caption or lyrics, it’s your choice. If you’re doing lyrics, you may want to note sung to the tune of XXX, but it’s not required.
Update: Winners Announced.
It’s Friday, so it must be time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™.
Caption or lyrics, it’s your choice. If you’re doing lyrics, you may want to note sung to the tune of XXX, but it’s not required.
Update: Winners Announced.
“Hey, what’s the name of that Who song where the guy goes…yeeaaaahhhhggggg.”
With three musical remixes of his Iowa concession speech on the Billboard charts and his chances for the White House shrinking by the minute, Howard Dean announced that he will become a recording artist. “I’m bigger than CLAY AIKIN!” said the former governor.
“Screaming……aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….Screaming for Vengeance….”
“Jimi Hendrix appeared to me in a dream and taught me this song on the hotel faucet.”
Uh-oh, I think I sat on the microphone stand.
Ahhhyeahhh…
“Spent my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going to California–and NEW YORK! And SOUTH CAROLINA! And MICHIGAN! . . . .”
All together now — My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don’t love Jesus . . .
No one was able to distinguish the singin’ from the howls of all the neighborhood dogs.
To boost his sagging popularity in the polls, Howard Dean strikes a deal with the Ford Motor Company to replace Toby Keith as their “Ford Tough” singing spokesperson.
Yip Yur!
“…and now for a song of great social and political import”
“Oh Lord, won’t you please, give me more votes.
John Kerry’s been winning, now New Hampshires my hope.
Worked so hard in Iowa, but I screamed like a dope.
Oh Lord, won’t you please, give me more votes.”
(with apologies to the memory of Janis Joplin)
(A la Julie Andrews…)
“Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. When you read you begin with A-B-C. When you freak, you begin with Do-Re-AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Yeah, this’ll do.
Now, did ya’ll get the cowboy hat, blue jeans, and pickup truck?
Well hell the saxaphone worked for Billy after “I didn’t inhale” I figure the guitar should work after Yeaghhhhhhhh!
I’m going to hit it big by remixing myself. Everybody else seems to be doing it.
“If I had a hammer/ I’d hammer on John Kerry/ I’d hammer on John Edwards/ I’d hammer on Wes Clark / And then George Bush… “
J.
“I’ve done a lot of campaigning / And Lord knows I’ve looked like an ass / But I had a huge lead out in Iowa / But I pissed it away so fast/ Never meant to last / My ass is grass.”
J.
(Whoring for votes from Parrotheads)
“Now it’s time for the second verse of my Janis Joplin sing-a-long”
“Oh Lord, won’t ya please, Pump up my votes.
I’m not bad like past Dems, I’m no o’er sexed goat.
Dukakis had tank hair, Al Gore was a joke.
Oh Lord, won’t ya please, Pump up my votes.”
“Thank you, Thank you, there’ll be a third verse when it comes around on the guitar.”
Imagine there’s no Kerry
It’s easy if you try…
Sorry, Jay Tea, Tiger got my vote.
Though I’ll trump both of you with:
Changes in latitutes, changes in attitudes, nothing remains quite the same. Through all of my running and all of my cunning, if I weren’t crazy I wouldn’t be insane….
(With apologies to J. Buffett.)
Oh, Allah wins.
You’ve heard the orginal track over and over and over again. You’ve heard remix after remix…
Now, Viacom in association with VH1 proudly presents…
“YEAAAAGGGHHHH!!!! Unplugged.”
Kathy K:
I think I score SOME points for adapting the original, although you and Tiger both did find appropriate lines…
OK, a non-song lyric:
“I was taught this one by my good friend and supporter, Art Garfunkel. He also tossed in a little bag of seasoning inside it, but I can’t tell if it’s parsley, sage, rosemary, or thyme.”
“Ok folks now its time for the third verse, please note that just like my campaign, things go from bad to worse.”
“Oh Lord, won’t you ful-fill my POTUS hopes,
Knock off my competition, then make George Bush croak.
If you can’t whack dubya, then please let the Pope,
Oh Lord, won’t you ful-fill my POTUS hopes. “
Howard Dean debuts the new Minnie Pearl signature guitar.
In other news, Joan Baez was found in a sleazy New Hampshire hotel today, apparently the victim of a drive-by yeaaarrrghhh.
Film at 11.
“Goin’ to Carolina, won’t be long ’til I’ll be there.”
(Sorry, Dickie.)
Jay Tea,
I did adapt the lyrics. I changed a ‘would’ to a ‘wouldn’t’ and plural to singular.
(If I hadn’t changed the lyrics, I wouldn’t have apologized to Mr. Buffett.)
After Dean’s “grinding his axe” electric guitar performance proved too aggressive for most fans, Dean switched to a more mellow acoustic style.
“You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em…”