"When an eel bites your thigh,
then you bleed out and die,
thats a Moray"
Humans will parody anything they like and especially catchy songs.
Even National Anthems. No matter the origin. -- Anon Guest
The local Humans were having an Untalent Show at the Choose Your Poison Drink, wherein all participants imbibed a lot of alcohol, got up onto the in-house stage, and demonstrated something they were horrible at. Either that, or it was Two Drink Minimum Karaoke Night. It was hard to tell.
Inside, Humans were rendering assorted relentlessly popular tunes. A group of five were attempting to finish Yellow Submarine, except at various points, it became a purple washing machine, trying to score some exadrine, a fantabulous marine, or they were getting nice and clean. Someone else, possibly in an effort to drown out those five, was belting out My Balogna. Several people were failing at dancing.
A quorum of applause seemed to be enough to get those combattants to step down. A different group stood, wobbling slightly, on the stage, waiting for a percentage of the ruckus to die down. There were four of them. They might be about to commit Barbershop. Lyr readied her comms and made sure her stunner was loose in its holster, just in case.
The bass singer started with a low note. Three others chimed in...
"Re-heh-heh-heh-hex Maaarrrrksley... lost his gun and... pissed the best..."
She breathed out. It was only another parody. Lyr snapped her stunner back into place and cancelled the one-touch comms. Unless there was a sincere fan in the audience, things were not about to get messy after all.
That song, thankfully, ended and another group stumbled onto the stage. Looked like one of them was going to attempt to play the trumpet. There would be no winners, tonight. Nope. Two of them.
Bap-ba-ba-pa-baaaaa... The second trumpet came in and played the same five notes. Pa-BAAAAAAA... The final, ascending note ended in a horrible squeal.
"STAR TREKKIN'... ACROSS THE UNIVERSE! ON THE STARSHIP ENNERPRIZE..."
This might actually be worse than Barbershop... Lyr turned to face a Rhyhixan tapping gently on her arm. "Yes?"
"My pardons, officer. Do you know the original that this parodies?"
There was always one. "Apologies," sighed Lyr. "That is the original."
 GalStand Simple has a limited number of universally understood words, and a limited grammar. Therefore, businesses place the purpose of their establishment as either a prefix to mean 'you can purchase it and take it away' or as a suffix to mean, 'you can(and possibly should) consume it here'. This was done, ironically, to avoid confusion.
 As in, 'to tear asunder'.
 There is a significant amount of opinion as to whether Barbershop Quartets were music, a crime against music, an art form, or a crime against art. Either way, Security had to get involved before the debate turned uncivil.
[AN: Dear people expecting the entire parody... First - how dare you. Second - sorry, this is all I got. Third - I sincerely apologise to David and Bunny Bennett, but you knew it had to happen sooner or later.]
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