Song Parodies—Epi-logue (sung to Vogue, by Madonna)

Song #94—Epi-logue

(sung to Vogue* by Madonna)

Four Stars: If you can sing this without rehearsing, you’re definitely gonna get laid tonight. (Play the vid and read the new words below).

Note: “Epi-logue” = “Eppa log”

Strike a pose [WAIT 9 SECONDS, THEN…]

Pick your nose [6-COUNT]
Gross, gross, gross
gross, gross, gross

Look around everything you see is jihad
It seems that’s all that we do
Call it anything you want to call it
Jihad, Holy, or Crusade

When all you mean is that you want to be
In charge of everyone else’s prayers
You know a god where you can get away with murder
and what’s it good for? So…

You’re toast
Happens to the overly bombastic
Pre-ten-tious
Epi-logue
Everybody loses the war
You know it can’t be won

Spend your time, looking for a new machine gun
And use it for what it’s for
Genocide, spread your holy ‘doctrination
Your schemes end up on the floor

You take your prisoners and off with their heads
And then you give it a twirl
Then the other side is gonna mount a crusade
We’re a bit bizarre, yes, that’s what we are, you know it

Hello roast
Happens to the overly bombastic
Pre-ten-tious
Epi-logue
Everybody loses the war
You know it can’t be won

Truth is there inside you
Not just where it’s pushed and shoved
Soul is a-political
How did we get so, terrible?
Awfully cruel, ugly too
Set fire to the scriptures!
No.

Happens to the overly bombastic
Pre-ten-tious
Epi-logue
Everybody loses the war
You know it can’t be won, The End

Truth is there inside you
Go inside and find it

[Wait for it…]

Presidents, Ministers
Clerics and the bearded guys
Suicides, what a scene
Just to sell it to the atrophied

Oil money, hello men
Capture all the bounty then
Get ready, stick it here
Holy Ones, grab short hairs

They had style, call them Grace
They all want to run the place
Make you do what they want to
Beavis-and-Butthead, rule the world

Killers with an aptitude
Gallows that are in the road
Have another brand new Bible
Pick your nose, there’s nothing like it… joke

Toast

Oooh, you’ve got to
Let your neighbor have their own wisdom
Oooh, you’ve got to just
Let your neighbor keep what they know
Or-r-r… you’ve got an… epilogue

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