Nothing compares to (Klingon) Gagh
© PETER ANDERSSON

A MUSIC PARODY
BASED ON:
"NOTHING COMPARES 2 U"
BY: SINEAD O´CONNOR



BONUS QUOTE:
"If you can say Happy Valentine's Day in Klingon you're probably not celebrating it."
CONAN O'BRIEN
 
This parody is dedicated to Emma S (for proofreading) and Dr Chris K (for learning me the terms borborygmus and borborygmi).
May your repasts never be without honour.


It's been seven hours and fourty days
Since it blew my tounge away
I eat out every night since, anyway
Though my health's in fast decay
Since my first plate I can taste whatever I want
I can eat refuse if I please
I'll be late as dinner in a snotty restaurant
From chewing, from this slithering takeaway disease

Cos nothing's as good
nothing's as good as Gagh

I got such a treat at Worf's Balls Inn
Blood and prunes and colon assault
Nothing can stop these borborygmi callings
Tell me baby, where's the Targ in salt
I would put my lips around every dish I see
Could I only retain my urine
I went to the Doctor and guess what he gave me,
guess what he gave me
He said man you better try to cut down,
this much Inaprovaline
Will kill your spleen

But nothing's as good
nothing's as good as Gagh

All my faeces now have rotten covers, and my face's blue
Most hair's gone, so is my weight
I know that crying like a baby won't help me through
But I'm willing to take on another plate

Nothing's as good
Nothing's as good as Gagh

Nothing comes close
Nothing comes close to Gagh

Nothing compares
Nothings compares to Gagh



© Peter Andersson 2003

   

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