Never write more parodies than you have ideas for.
A sort of fictionalized take on my parodying the Loverboy album Loverboy.
It all started with a crab-legged creature which the Black Pearl Crew made the best of having upon them, by taking songs and making them about their predicaments.
Now, they knew an album that Barbossa was drawn towards, with his critical ways. But it was only so for most of said album.
Buccaneer Blue had considered this album for a while, but not actually done it. It features lyrics like You’re too little, little girl, to fall in love
that suggested a use for it. What was not so helpful were the last two songs. First was a song, D.O.A, in which the viewpoint character had most of his attention focused on some girl whose health he was afraid about, but wandered into multiple other tangents. Then there was It Don’t Matter, the guy who just did not care and would be gone the morning after he was told he was wrong. But what was it he would not apologize for? It did not matter to him what they said - but still the question remains, said about what?
The album certainly provided options, but it had to be said that it would be hard to make anything to giggle at out of what was said in the two songs just described. Attention turned back to The Kid Is Hot Tonite, which was not so easy either, but had looting warships and hoping you can tolerate the Caribbean heat and things like that applied to it.
The Crew was easily ready for the kind of song whose viewpoint character had someone driving me crazy, always on my mind, and you know, yes you know, yes you know.
Settling on that one was what still is precisely their style. How a certain someone became one to make them go up in smoke was recounted as best the story could be secured.
The same former man was also gone over in the rest of the parodies (except The Weather Is Hot Tonight,
in which any villain to appear may have just been a naval officer). Long before, he had presumably gone limp, though it had to be asked why he did not just die, along with where is yer nose?
His face was described in Deranged Overdose,
a witty reaction to his ship trying to ram the pirates’.
Jack had certainly contended with the men in the curly wigs, all of them from an admiral to the lowest soldier.
Another song said, She’s my latest lady, my lady of the Eighties,
intended dreamily. It would be tricky to rhyme, but kicking back into old style would simply not be looked at. The Crew went on, keeping to their place in the northeasterly Caribbean where Jack had been going ever since escaping from his dad, thinking about what fit in that region, and came up with the rhyme of Lady and a Matey.
Have us,
the Crew as much as said to Little Girl. They might as well have had a barrel of the good stuff - a song fast enough for their employer and relevant enough to them. With these two bases covered, this drew Barbossa right in. You don’t know what goes on inside
was easy to go by.
Much had to be asked to anyone. Well, maybe not any pirate Jack called family, for every part of life was uniform madness the more of them that were around.
But anyone sane could look to what happened long before, to the tragedy for Davy, which Disney had practically rolled over. But enough was known to see strong similarities between it and a song Jack had listened to, whose viewpoint character said he made love to whoever he pleased and was the craziest boy you had ever seen, looking as someone mentioned in the second person tried to tie him down, seeing he had been such a clown,
. . . well, that was not so helpful to Jack, but he still put the song to good use, describing a certain supernatural captain who was a brat to Jack.
With a a parody album finished, it was, as always, find a followup or let this property go. They knew the latter was going to happen eventually, but as they always had to this point, they began looking to keep this sort of thing up.
As ever, they will like more of this!
They stay with the same artist, and the same selectivity.