A parody of Simon & Garfunkel's Sounds Of Silence
I've been creating all kinds of songs for over 30 years, but I never sell any of them. I try to give them away to charities that have musician spokespeople, but
Story behind the song
When I lived in Santa Monica, someone wrote on a wall near the pier in very large letters,"ICE CREAM HAS NO BONES".
Lyrics
Jell-o is so out of sight,
There's always room for one more bite,
Since she left me, I've been out binging,
The folks around me are all quite cringing,
'Til my friend directed me,
To somewhere down the street,
All you can eat,
Now there are pounds of pie tins....
In smorgasbords, I scarf the cones,
Lucky ice cream has no bones,
I'm getting larger than a Guernsey cow,
Even John Pinette says, "You go now!",
But my fork was stabbed,
Into the center of a cherry tart,
I had to fart,
Amidst the pounds of pie tins....
Under the heated lamps I saw,
Apple turnovers galore,
Their crusts were turning all brown & gold,
Perfect for melting of the a la mode,
Now it won't be long,
'Til I'm up to my knees,
In whizzing cheese,
That top the pounds of pie tins....
Cool Whip soothes my very soul,
I sit & eat it from the bowl,
Like a whale that is about to beach,
I grab the cobbler, & I hope it's peach,
But my curds,
Like cottage cheese, just fell,
Into the jell,
Abrosia pounds of pie tins....
All all that night, I stayed & stayed,
Gallons of pink lemonade,
In the morning, I was snoring,
Quarts of pudding, they were still pouring,
Into the crusts of the custard cups, littered all around my head,
'Til I was dead,
Among the pounds of pie tins....
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