My casting couch, they've worn it down
© PETER ANDERSSON

A MUSIC PARODY
BASED ON:
"MY DOG WAS LOST, BUT NOW HE'S FOUND"
BY: THE FIERY FURNACES



BONUS QUOTE:
"They call cat people crazy but we're not the ones outside at 5 AM every morning putting fresh dog poop into tiny bags."
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Don't let the NSFW clickbait title fool you too much, all here is not what it seems, experienced parody connoisseurs might figure that out already ahead of the last line, because I've planted some clues along the way.

I kicked them out
I won't try this shit no more
I mopped the wet hairs up off the floor
I'll safely say I've no claps heretofore

I've tried with funny hats
And I've tried with wetted cats
I've worked up a sweat
Made a clip with a baguette
My casting couch, they've worn it down
The tails there seen; white/yellow/brown

I've stuck them cigars
And I've grabbed cookie jars
The acting was dim
But I got 'em on all four limbs
My casting couch, they've worn it down
The camera did add twenty pounds

I let in some sun
An' they were purring one-on-one
I broght in a hire
'Cos I know I had to try her
My casting couch, they've worn it down
They're slyly called, the Weinstein farm

In March they got naughty
And balled a puppy corgi
A butchered audition
From any low position
My casting couch, they've worn it down
'Cos mostly they just sleep around

I shot from a side view
It got messed up like Yahoo
I nagged for some double play
Had them rip up some lingerie
My casting couch, they've worn it down
I gave one too the landlord's son

When one fell to the carpet
I jumped up but I sharked it
Then they clawed up the bedhead
Turned it to a pussy scratch pad
My casting couch, they've worn it down
Come Christmas sale I'm purrchase bound

I shot a ginger with my niece
And neither looked at ease
I booted them with a pistol
Put some scum in Pax Vobiscum
My mental health, was breaking down
I don't think they'll be coming 'round

My family disavowed
Though I had them declawed
Directorially unsound
Started chase them around
My casting couch, they've worn it down
My net results; no footage sound

I tipped the couch, the star I'd smite
The cam'ra went dead and I gave up the fight
I got no clip, but I sleep there now
This LOL-cats plan I'm closing down!



© Peter Andersson 2017

   

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