Parodies are a blast...

Oh do not say you can never write one... I've written three or four without really trying much and they are sooooo fun.
Mr. Tangerine was an evolution about 5-7 of our different cats over time, but it's really Bob's lyrics that work the magic. I put Bob's words in italics to let you see how a good parody stays as true to the original song as possible. Or so I read, and you just did. Oh I'd also recommend parody a sound people know, so they know the inside jokes.

Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
I'm not sleepy, won’t you walk across my bladder.
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
In the early mornin’ please yowl a little louder

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know your evenin's venture has returned mouse in mouth
Dropped neatly on the couch,
Left me blindly here to stand at the brink of gagging.
Your weariness amazes me, You’re sleeping in a heep,
Baked in the sun shine heat
And your little head too dead for dreaming.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Take this catnip for your magic swirlin' trip,
Your senses will be slipped, your paws won't feel to grip,
Your tail will attack, daring you to be pouncing
You’re ready to go outside, Your ready to come in
To go out, to come in, to go out and come in
And then back out again.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Chorus.

Though I see you runnin', spinnin', jumpin' madly across the room,
It’s not away from anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
But it’s from the invisible foes your facin'.
Yes to dance beneath the human is not against pride
When there Kity treats involved, or chunks of cheese not small
There’s a use for him after all.


Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Yes... the Dave Zeman has covered this and posted it to iTunes... it actually was the most bought song of mine during January... Go buy so many that Weird Al covers it. HA, HA, HA....