From the twisted genius that brought the world Hinterland’s Who’s Who: The Crack Spider comes this new masterpiece, a heartwrenching ballad of juvenile tuburculosis, deformity, unrequited love, and sanctuary. All more or less to the tune of My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas. See also Alanis Morissette‘s angsty, emo effort.
lyrics over the jump…
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Whatcha gonna do with all that angst?
here in medieval France
I’ll scare you till you shit your pants
I’ve got no reason
Vive la France!
whatcha gonna do with all that pain?
here beside the river Seine?
I fear that I might go insane
from all this pain…
whatcha gonna do with all that hunch?
your back’s all lumped up in a bunch
I will make you lose your lunch
by showing you my hideous hunch
my hump
my hump
my ugly, hairy lump. (SANCTUARY!)
the doctor’s diagnosis –
juvenile tuberculosis
they locked me in the tower
I ring bells every hour
the peasants think I’m crazy
because my eye is lazy
these ropes fit rather snugly
I’m redefining “fugly”
but please don’t make me angry
you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry
my hump
my hump
my ugly, hairy lump (SANCTUARY!)
raincoaster 
That is incredibly random. And twisted. And odd.
HAHAHA! Eeeeew!
Random, twisted and odd: my patron saints!
I’m not sure Alanis noticed, but the Black Eyed Peas’s original version is already a satire of superficial R’n’B ‘values’, so satirising it again really seems to be a bit pointless. Isn’t it ironic?
Yeah, the BEP do satire … that’s what they’re all about …
(abundant sounds of muffled snickering)
RC, how did you miss “Lyrics over the hump”?
Oh dear. No coffee: I apologize.