PASTICHE of 2 ORIGINAL SONGS: parodysitism??
INVADING SONG (lyrics): words and themes borrowed liberally from "Kokomo" 1988, as performed by the Beach Boys.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, February, 2015.
Imagine that Paul Simon sang about a mid-winter escape to the Beach Boys' mythic Caribbean destination of Kokomo.
NIFTY WAYS TO LEAVE YOUR MUKLUKS
(to the tune of "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover")
“Your problem is worsened by this nasty winter freeze,Let's get away to moonlit nights off the Florida Keys.
We’ll defy gravity, perfect our chemistry; There are some nifty ways to leave your mukluks”.
She said, “Escape it all for a great place to go.
And by jet we’ll get way down there fast, then we can take it slow,
Everybody knows a dreamy place like Kokomo –
There are some nifty ways to leave your mukluks.”
Nifty ways to leave your mukluks.
All-inclu’ in Aru’, Lou
Bake in Jamaic’, Jake
A month in Bermud’, dude
Just get ourselves warm.
Few weeks in Baham’, Sam,
Don’t need lots of lead-time,
Mellow Montego, Joe
No snow – Largo Key.
Feel mystique - Martinique, Zeke
Glimpse Port-au-Prince, Vince
Survey Montserrat, Matt
Bodies in hot sand.
Lounge in St Kitts, Fritz
Rhythm of a steel-drum band
Hop bars in Negril, Bill
And get yourself tanned.
She said, “It peeves me so, car battery has died.
And our street has not been plowed so all you’d do is slip and slide."
I said ”Snow day - there’s little open, so nowhere else to ride –
Back to those nifty ways.”
She said, “Let’s try a snowy afternoon delight
Then we could drink some hot toddies and dream of those tropic nights.”
And because I kept on shivering, I called to book a flight,
I yearned for nifty ways to leave my mukluks.
Tour the bay by kayak, Jack
Get a new tan, Stan
Cruise to St Croix, Roy
Get keen on HolguÃn.
Surf Los Cabos, Gus
Don’t need skates or puck much
Explore cays and keys, Lee
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mukluks - seldom thought of as sensuous |
Just pack your sun-screen.
Scuba-dive off Arub’, Stu
Flake in Jamaic’, Jake
Swim nude in Bermud’, dude
Live what Beach Boys sing.
On lam in Baham’, Sam,
No need to trudge slush much
Just toke in Mo'Bay, mam'
A 'Kokomo' fling.