Lyrics by Burnie Taupin. Music by Elton John. Vocals by Timothy Price
Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.
Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”
Breast Cancer Rose
Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”
Lyrics by Timothy Price. Music by Elton John. The lyrics are at the bottom of the post.
An Old Man’s Blues is my rewrite of Elton John’s Screw You (Young Man’s Blues), which was on the flip side of the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road single (45rpm) released in 1973. I bought the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road single in 1974 before I could afford to buy the album. I ended up playing the B-side more than the A-side because I identified with Screw You (Young Man’s Blues) when I was a sophomore in high school. I was a misfit weirdo, and I was teased a lot. One of the many reasons I dropped out of high school when I was 16.
I was working on a cover of Screw You (Young Man’s Blues) when I decided I needed to update the lyrics from 1970s England to 2024 New Mexico. Plus, the way I rewrote the bridge addresses some of the recent strange encounters in the blogosphere.
One of the images I did for the song art for An Old Man’s Blues.
More bloomin’ blooms
An Old Man’s Blues Lyrics by Timothy Price Music by Elton John
Now that I’m old, I don’t have much fun I can’t see or hear or talk to anyone My back’s a pain. There is so much strife I’m gotta clean the kitty litter, oh what a life
I say screw you I ain’t got nothing to choose I live on my laptop Cause there’s nothing else I can do
Screw you, I ain’t got nothin’ to choose I’m livin’ on my laptop cause there’s nothin’ else I can do
I was workin’ downtown when I got in a fight I was beaten in an alley out in broad daylight The cops could care less; they were downright scary Sayin’ “Make my day!” Just like Dirty Harry
They said, “Screw you!” Oh, you stupid old fool You work downtown You get beaten by a Tool
Screw you! Oh, you stupid old fool You work downtown You get beaten by a Tool
See, there’s femmes who get laid for being slaves Femmes who get paid for being laid There’s femmes behind screen names who prey with delight Those femmes they are liars; they are as dark as the night They lie, scratch, and whine, trying to make a dime And all of them say, “Get out my way! Screw you!”
I’ve stared at a screen from seven ’til nine The wear on my eyes nearly drove me blind Tryin’ to make riches with nothing to share Gettin’ hell from my staff, but I didn’t care
They said, “Screw you!” That’s all we’re gonna do We’re not existing for someone like you
Screw you! This is all we’re gonna do We’re not existing for someone like you
It’s been a while since I recorded a new parody. Laurie suggested I write a parody of Elton John’s Benny And The Jets and call it Timmy And The Cats. So I did. And here it is.
Timmy and the Cats Music by Eton John Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price
Hey Cats, Beaker shakes loose feathers You’re scratching on something That was known as my black leathers You’ll kill a big fat mouse tonight, leaving it around I’m gonna hear kitties purring, hissing, solid scratching sound
So, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Hey Cats, even though you are wage-less You’re all so whiney, but Timmy makes it painless You’ll all survive, Timmy will make you something out of wood Where you fight with our parrots out on the sheets To find who’s bad and who’s good
So Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Say, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh whoa T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
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This is the second parody I made back in 2017. I hadn’t upgraded my darkroom to double as a recording studio at that time, so I recorded it in the dance room using the mics in my computer. The recording wasn’t too bad other than being very tinny. I imported the original sound file into Studio One and clean up the vocals. I think a lot of writers who follow my blog will appreciate this parody.
Saturday Night’s Alright for Writing Music by Elton John Lyrics by Timothy Price
It’s getting late I found my PaperMate I’m procrastinating sitting here Seventy lines that I gotta pine I have modifiers dangling near
My old Mac’s bonkers and it’s acting kind of funky And my old adage is to be clear My writing is cute like a guy in army Boots A cowboy hat in his hair Ohhhhhh
Don’t give us none of your imagination Write facts be on your discipline Cause Saturday night’s alright for writing Let’s get a little action verbiage in
Let’s get about as riled as an op-ed rage Let’s try to set this page alight Cause writing on a Saturday night I like Saturday night’s alright to write to write Ooooo oo-oo oh
A lot of words are getting packed in here tonight I’m looking for a phrase that will seem alright I might use an antecedent to get what I need I might bare an infinitive and shout out “conditionally”
Some of the words that I really like Are future perfect voicing that are out of sight I’m a high school dropout from the ergative class Who’s passive voices, dangled modified and got a pass Ohhhhhhh
Don’t give us none of your imagination Write facts be on your discipline Cause Saturday night’s alright for writing Let’s get a little action verbiage in
Let’s get about as riled as an op-ed rage Let’s try to set this page alight Cause writing on Saturday night I like A Saturday night’s alright to write to write Oooooo oo-oo ooh
Off Center & Not Even 