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Song Parodies -> "Lay, Kenny Lay"
Original Song Title:
"Lay Lady Lay"
Original Performer:
Bob Dylan
Parody Song Title:
"Lay, Kenny Lay"
Parody Written by:
John A. Barry
The Lyrics
No attempt at yucks in my three postings today. Rather, they're an expression of my victimization (along with that of 35 million other Californians) by Enron and its oily ilk. If you were Enronized, you know how I feel.The CA attorney general has just filed a suit against the Enron vermin.
Lay, Kenny Lay
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Whatever blackmail you have in your mind:
I don't know you, I'll say, if you ever try.
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Play, Kenny, play along with my "lack of guile."
The day's about to break—help me get rid of the files.
Our hands are dirty, but your glans has sheen.
And I'll fress it long as you say I'm clean.
Stay, Kenny, stay; sink your oil drill in my smile.
Don't wait any longer to fly to the Caymans—
The flakes at Justice might get you.
That's doubtful, but they might give you a shove,
To prove they're not crooks, like me and you.
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Stay, Kenny, stay, while I'll nip—not bite—your head.
Don't wanna see you in the morning light.
Get to the airport and catch your flight.
Stay, Kenny, stay—just long enough for some more head.
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Whatever blackmail you have in your mind:
I don't know you, I'll say, if you ever try.
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Play, Kenny, play along with my "lack of guile."
The day's about to break—help me get rid of the files.
Our hands are dirty, but your glans has sheen.
And I'll fress it long as you say I'm clean.
Stay, Kenny, stay; sink your oil drill in my smile.
Don't wait any longer to fly to the Caymans—
The flakes at Justice might get you.
That's doubtful, but they might give you a shove,
To prove they're not crooks, like me and you.
Lay, Kenny Lay, lay across the Lincoln bed.
Stay, Kenny, stay, while I'll nip—not bite—your head.
Don't wanna see you in the morning light.
Get to the airport and catch your flight.
Stay, Kenny, stay—just long enough for some more head.
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Yee-ouch. I thought Kenny liked bush, but I guess he likes Dick.
LMAO
If you think Martha Stewart belongs in jail and Kenny Boy Lay doesn't... you might be a redneck
John - Good job. 5's. Interesting coincidence: I just got an e-mail Thursday night from a former work colleague and he suggested I use "Lay, Lady, Lay" to do a parody about this very topic. Glad I saw this before I started doing anything on it. I had a couple things I wanted to do first anyway.
Well done, John B. Kenny Lay definitely belongs in jail; but, even more importantly, I would like to see all of his assets liquidated and directed to shareholders and California energy ratepayers.
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