Classic Song: "Brundle Love" (Patreon)

I just love taking a sweet, innocuous song like this and whapping it a few times with horror. But then, you know what I've done with Winnie The Pooh.

Brundle, Brundle, boy, that's hep,Crossing the room without taking a step --Brundle, must you?'Cause it's not just you.

You didn't look inside your machines,Now you've got another fly in your jeans,And you're spastic...For sexual gymnastics.

And you set a new mark for endurance,I sure hope you're using insurance,Crawling on the ceiling above --Looks like Brundle Love.

For explanations, you're at a loss,Your skin is all bristles and barbecue sauce,And dead fishes...Sure look delicious.

Now you're barfing up breakfast, holding your calls,Getting so ant-sy you're climbing the walls,Till the slaughter...a thirty-ought swatter.

And your last thought is, science will doubt you,But your girlfriend will... maggot without you,And they'll prob'ly make a bad sequel ofPoor old Brundle Love.