March 27th, 2011
Presidential Idol
Welcome to Presidential Idol. Well, we’re down to 5 contestants who YOU have selected to become the next Presidential Idol. Let’s get right to it. First up to sing tonight for your votes is Barack Obama…
Change…My Party’s got me locked up in Change And it ain’t the kind That you can see Whoa, whoa, this change of mainge, oh my Has got a hold of me…yeah. Change…my crabby friends all want some more change And they want more binds So folks ain’t free Whoa, whoa, this change of our policies Will grab a hold of you…yeah. Change…I’ll scarf your bucks and turn them to change And I’ll skin your hind Like bark off trees Whoa, whoa, this change of your currency Will give a raise to me…yeah. Change…I think our u-pants need a fresh change Cuz I think we’ll find We’re starting to leak Whoa, whoa, we’re changing our plans, our stance… Our pants for thee…yeah. Change…my drained brain’s got me locked up in change And it ain’t the kind That I’d foreseen…..Hold it, hold it, hold on, Dog (ha, ha, ha). Listen, now I need to make this real, you know what I mean. I’m not totally sure what KEY you were singing in…was that key even in the musical scale? Whoa! Think it was in the key of “J” or something. Got a call from the Chairman of Karaoke International and he said Stay Away, Stay far far away, brother. Anyway, even though you can’t hold a note, and the lyrics were askew from what the writer had written…despite all that…you know what? I kinda liked it. Yeah. And you have a fan base out there, pretty good-sized fan base of tone-deaf groupies, that seem to love your quirky, pitchy, gravelly, off-beat kind of singing. They lap it up like a pack of camels after a desert safari, dude. So, guess what? We’re putting you through to the next round. Congratulations!!
Disclaimer: all stories in Bizarreville are fiction, even the simulated TV shows.