When the corne is out of Park and Venton © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "SUPERCALIFRAGILISTIC- EXPIALIDOCIOUS" BY: JULIE ANDREWS BONUS QUOTE: "Ham and eggs: A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig." ROBERT ORBEN		This was my entry for a special competition about using these words in a parody. A loose translation of this 17:th century phrase would be "once the field has been harvested…". By the way: I won that competition. :-) I'll… Praise the Lord cos when the corne is out of parc and venton at the market it will bring at least some 50 cent 'n' harvest me a fortune's something I am rather bent on and I'll be there when the corne is out of parc and venton Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay… Because of the potatoe famine I'm a hungry lad Oh father give this son a break, I never have been bad Back in the days I honoured mum and never picked my nose A big fat crop I have deserved so let it be twelve gross Woe is me if not the corne is out of parc and venton Ever since it failed last year this harvest I've depent on I have bought the farm but I still live here in a tent on hopes and dreams of when the corne is out of parc and venton Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay… I've sown my seed around the world but everywhere I came the fertile fields of far from home where never quite the same The flukes and sunny summers of my fellow man weren't mine When I'd enlist as herbalist they forced me to resign Dream I do of when the corne is out of parc and venton Happy days will come again, no more will I lament on death and taxes, that's for sure, my whole lot I have spent on tithes and scythes before the corne is out of parc and venton Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay… (Uncomprehensible grumbling)… So now I pray for swayin' hay and there's no place like home I've crashed and burned but I have learnt to fiddle when in Rome I heard the sound of homeward bound from where I did grow up Though ex ample… bless… the day I quit my travel kit for cows 'n' cornmilk sup Ehh… and a lovely soup it is too… Praise the Lord I will, the corne's now out of parc and venton Nightmares of the poorhouse fades I can now pay the rent on clothes I wear and cows that bears and angst I've let ferment on purpose last year when the corne was out of parc and venton © Peter Andersson 2004
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