This was a Merry-inspired parody, begun while sitting in a Burger King...

On our block ol’ lady buys lots of flamingos 'Cause she loves those plastic ones Sit there like some tacky prize Her front yard has up to five hundred flamingos I confess that pink’s so bright Far into space lights up the night We swear and sigh - she blightens up the neighborhood Yet still she buys those fake silk trees A windmill stood near ducks of wood Some sweet day we’ll take all those sh*tty flamingos The whole suburb will ‘de-camp’ see Raise value of our property Sh*tty flamingos, sh*tty flamingos Her lawn’s a sty - she blightens up the neighborhood And soon this guy will make his biz To make ‘em good pink firewood Some sweet day I'll undermine all her flamingos I’ll make ‘em fly to Landfill Three And little pink cubelets they’ll be Sha-la-la la la la la... sh*tty flamingos (repeat and fade)