I'll make a clone I can smooch © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "I GOT MY MIND SET ON YOU" BY: GEORGE HARRISON BONUS QUOTE: "Oh, give me a clone Of my own flesh and bone With its Y-chromosome changed to X And when I'm alone With my own little clone We will both think of nothing but sex" RANDALL GARRETT & ISAAC ASIMOV		This parody won the Bronze Medal in AmIright's Song of the Month of August 2008 Contest! Some people are against the idea of cloning humans, not me, I think it would be great, in fact I can't wait to have one of my own self, and when I do I won't settle for a mere carbon copy, as a man living in a feminist urges suppressed society I'm already conditioned in a Pavlovian way to believe that I'm of an inferior effing species, hence cloning would be the perfect way to have that part of me erected, with a pussified carbon copy kittened, and therefore, to all those repeating over and over that they want us clonehuggers to beat it, I have only two things to say; first, quote; (Editorial Note: CTRL+C and/or ditto V fucked up = Missing Link) and second; narcissists, git in line behind me! I'll make a clone I can smooch I'll make a clone I can smooch I'll make a clone I can smooch I'll make a clone I can smooch And she's gonna be a honey And look like a playboy bunny And not gonna drain me of money To be in my style She's gonna be mine And not pout when I'm a swine She's gonna be a ten and in prime I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it A girl in my style I'll make a clone I can smooch I'll make a clone I can smooch I'll make a clone I can smooch I'll make a clone I can smooch And if she's to loose her appeal Refuse me to cop a feel I know I'll just tell her to do it She'll know a no's making her blow it I'll make a clone I can smooch Maybe two I'll make two clones I can smooch That I'll do And they're gonna be uncanny With looks, tits and grandma's fanny And if they have nipples to many I'd say that's worthwhile They're gonna be fine And not care for wine and dine Menage a trois when I'm inclined We'll do it, we'll do it, we'll do it, we'll do it, we'll do it Albeit in my style I'll make two clones I can smooch I'll make two clones I can smooch I'll make two clones I can smooch I'll make two clones I can smooch And if they're to loose their appeal I'll deal with that as I feel I know if I put my genes in it I know that I really can spin it And outdoors it will be funny They'll use my clothes, dress as trannies So they will not drain me of money That'll keep up my smile To make them sublime I'll add some genes from a mime So they will shut up all the time All quiet, all quiet, all quiet, all quiet, all quiet Women in my style Hey-Heigh-Ho Off we go Hey-Hi-Ho Here we go Repeat couplets over again until satisfied © Peter A, Petra A and Petra B 2008
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