Parody of "Mmmbop"

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Disclaimer: The following parody contains language and explicitness that may be offensive to certain people, especially to the fans of the band “Hanson.” If you belong in this category, it is suggested that you return to the Poetry Index page. I have been receiving several claims both online and off that I am “homophobic,” “twisted,” and “weird”. To respond to each of these assertions: (1) I am not homophobic, as I consider homosexuality in and of itself to be perfectly ethical normal human variation involving two responsible, consenting adults; (2) my mentality is certainly different from many others within my peer group, but does not constitute difference in an unethical manner; lastly (3) I am behaviorally unique and I will flaunt it in your face. As a reminder, please understand that the author does not necessarily espouse the views detailed below concerning the band “Hanson,” and that this parody is intended merely as an entertaining little ditty for those with a sense of humour. Enjoy.

“Parody of ‘Mmmbop’ (by Hanson)”

Verse 1
We’ve had so much gay sex in this life,
Only one or two times were nice.
We’ve had so many gay partners to boast,
Only us three were worth a toast,
We enjoyed that the most.

We held on to the ones we really cared,
In the end, they were the only ones there.
When we get old and start losing our hair,
We know only our gay brothers will care.
Only our gay brothers will care.

We’re gay, yeah

Chorus:
Mmmbop, bop Isaac,
Duubop, bop Taylor,
Duubop, bop Zachary,
Duu.

Yeah, yeah.

Mmmbop, bop Isaac,
Duubop, bop Taylor,
Duubop, bop Zachary,
Duu.

In an mmmbop, they’re gone.
Yeah, yeah.

Verse 2:
Journeyed ’round and ’round San Francisco,
Memorized all the gay bars at one stroke.
Bopped a lot of faggots in town,
But incest was still the best around.
Incest was still the best around.

Yeah, gay love.

(Chorus repeats)

In an mmmbop, they’re gone.
In an mmmbop, they’re not there.
Only incest can last.
The others are gone so fast.
Until we lose our hair.
But we don’t care

(Chorus repeats)

Now please tell me, do you think we’re lame?
Now please tell me, do you think we’re gross?
Now please tell me, you know that we’re gay
Now please tell me, do you think we’re gross?
We’re girls, we sing about the daisy and the rose.
We’re gross.

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