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Satan's Family Reunion
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A funny song about what would happen if Satan himself had a family reunion.
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A comedy rock band that specializes in parodies.
A comedy rock band that specializes in song parodies. Our biggest influence are The Cars. Our other major influence is of course, Weird Al Yankovic. We also do original songs yet we try our best to not take ourselves seriously.
Song Info
Genre
Podcasts Comedy
Charts
Peak #63
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
David Heline Jr.
Rights
The Oars/2008
Uploaded
June 20, 2008
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MP3 12.2 MB 203 kbps 8:24
Story behind the song
Satan seems to pop up in almost all of our songs, so I decided to write one specifically for him. -David Heline Jr.-
Lyrics
Lead Vocals: David Heline Jr. Lucifer, Behelzebub, I prefer a gentle rub, The day of judgement's drawing closer, I hope it's not dramatic, My family comes to town next week, I think we're all ecstatic, My mommy gave me a special job, She said to type the invites, But I just Tivo'ed Grey's Anatomy instead, I guess I'll never get anything right, My brother Stanley took the bait, He and I never do agree, To put us both in lamens terms, He's a mac...and I'm a PC, So Stanley got the invites done, Of course mommy said good for you, But did she even make mention of the fact, That little old me is in charge of the Bar-B-Que, Oh mommy, I just can't wait for this to happen, It's like that one time, When I was a wee little lad back in the fourth grade, And Father McRubnub called me into his office, remember, And he told me he had a surprise for me, He wanted to show me where babies come from, But when he made contact with me he started to burn, burn, burn, But I digress, Where was I, oh yeah everyone responded, No stone was left unturned, I hope Aunt Esther doesn't try to hug me, If she does she might get burned, Well now it's just one day away, I went to the store to get the grille, But a man said I'm sorry son I have bad news, We gave the one you ordered to the charity, Good Will, So I shrunk his head, And limited his vocabulary to only use onomatopoeias, Then with a simple flick of the wrist, I gave his wife hot flaming gonorrhea, But then I had an epiphany, New information I just acquired, Oh silly me, on this shopping spree, I forgot...I'm Satan, I can just make fire, Well it's going to be a ball, My family reunion, (Satan's family reunion), It will be held at a hall, My family reunion, (Satan's family renuion), We even invited Lauren Bacall, My family reunion, (Satan's family renuion), When I woke that Sunday morning, There was a pain inside my chest, But it was just some explosive flatulence, I released it then got dressed, I ran down to my Volvo, I was filled with school boy glee, But my moment of happiness was destroyed, Because I lost my ABBA:Gold CD, I replaced it with some Pussycat Dolls, I screamed out like a headless banshee, The ride was long but I passed the time, But repeatedly asking myself, "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me", Well I finally arrived to Harpo's National Park, That's the place were the hall was located, Just then I came to the realization, That Harpo was run by an evil woman whom I hated, That's right Oprah Winfrey, I bet you're sitting in your high rise Manhattan apartment, Sipping on cocktails with your best friend Gail, While I'm here in this eternal lake of fire with one television, Which just so happens to be only tuned in to NBC between the hours of three to four, So I am forced to sit there and weep like a mangled kitten, Because you only air segments that tug at the heart strings and it makes me so angry, Not to mention the fact that your face looks like it's been slowly melting, Ever since they've proved there was a whole in the ozone layer, But back to the main story here, To make a long story short (too late), The reunion was oh so terrific, There were potoato sack races, And even some fresh picked fruit for a picnic, We all gathered around a huge bonfire, Telling spooky stories to one another, But the stories were cut short because my mother announced, The dreaded three legged race with my brother, Now Stanley and I never did win, Because we never really saw eye to eye, But he gave me a hug and said come on bro, I never thought you were that bad of a guy, So the shot rang out and the runners ran, There were tingies running all through my spine, And me and Stanley gave it our all and the next thing you know, We had made it, right passed the finished line, And it was all done at, There was a minimum of bruising, My family reunion, (broken hearts wer
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