Styx parody lyrics
Too Much Brine on His Hands
For use with Too Much Time on My Hands
(What does the markup on these lyrics mean?)
Yeah he’s sitting on that organ stool playing like a damn fool
Got the lack of a tune blues
And I’ve given up hope for him getting-to soap
Or a bottle of medical brew
Is it any wonder he is crazy?
Is it any wonder he’s (not) sane at all?
He never realizes he’s losing, he got nothing (good) to do
And all day to do it
He goes out cruising, but has no place to go
And all night to get there
Is it any wonder he is a criminal?
Is it any wonder I want (him) in jail?
Is it any wonder he got too much brine on his hands
Dripping away with his sanity
He got too much brine on his hands
It’s impossible to believe such a calamity
He got too much brine on his hands
And it’s sickened away, sickened away human - ity
Too much
brine on his hands
It’s s-s-s-sickened away
And he got nothing good to do with himself
Now, I’m a cap - tain genius
I can solve the Pearl’s problems without even trying
I got enough crew men, and the fun never ends
That is, as long as brains (are not) frying
Is it any wonder he’s not what Disney-meant?
Is it any wonder he’s null and void?
Behind the scenes
Originally written in December 2015 as part of the parody album of Paradise Theatre.
Categories: Parodies about insanity, clever uses of songs