Surely Santa would get a professional set up! He would never just get run out of the skills market!
Well, if you can dream it, Jimmy Fallon can joke-sing it. His “Santa Claus Got a Second Job” has fun with pop music but the message is too tragic to really dance to. Regrets come AFTER Xmas.
More appropiately, Warren Baker takes his lyrics off amiright.com and plugs them into a karaoke machine (to the tune of ‘Grandma Got Run Over’) with “Santa Dumped His Job, Now He’s a Cashier.” This is the low-class, piece of trash parody we expect for the topic.
Motorcycle Santa? How ’bout loading up the woody and waxing the board, hang-ten buddy?!
The Hollyberries express your deep seated feelings: “(I Wanna Go) Surfing’ with Santa” in the appropriate key of Sea. The surf guitar rides like a never-ending curl.
Take a breath and grab a beach cocktail. Surfer Jim introduces you low-key style to “Surfer Santa Claus.” Okay, considering the monotonous melody, make that a floor mat and graham crackers and milk.
Alpha Waves California ratchets up the guitar again and delivers the sermon of “Surf’s Up, Santa.” Don’t be fooled by the group title, these are Aussies and their’s is more hard core wave shreddin’.
faffytunes brings the Australian surfboard culture to an odd British music hall tenor warble with “Surfboard Santa“–that despite the didgeridoo. I’m not visualizing the twenty-foot waves at all, guys!
Jody Whitesides even more strangely gets his ‘Seventies high vocal range pop/blues on to tell us about “I Saw Santa Surfing.” I think you saw ‘shrooms you couldn’t pass up, man.
Let’s stay authentic to the surf rock, if we can. Retro-cats Malibooz remind you of one of those other ’60s boy bands with sand in their hair harmonizing (and woo-woo-ing) to “Santa’s Gone Surfin’.” It’s cute.
Lord Douglas Byron pleads the percussive rock patter of the actual ’60s. “Surfin’ Santa” is the real deal ho daddies and grimmies and–yes–i can dance to it.
Ramblers get a little too ’60s pop and shrill with their “Surfin’ Santa.” But you have to understand how important it was to institutionalize beach parties back then. Everybody must be surfing! Even LBJ!
Indispensible for our novelty purposes, however, is kid show host Soupy Sales singing “Santa Claus is Surfin’ to Town.” Milton Supman (what i could do with a moniker like that!) broke big into counter culture the best way–he amused them! The rock here is real, the singer only marginal, but the fun is contagious.
From the Kevin and Bean collection, Coolio and Meredith Brooks melodize “Sleigh Ride Drive By.” High-larious ad libs and goofy gun references. Still a ‘little square.’
Okay, here’s something funny. Take ‘Feliz Navidad,’ a fine multicultural carol, and mix it up with drunken mayhem and you get… pretty much the same parody from different laughy lyricists.
Cheech and Chong have a take called “Police Got My Car” which seems funny when Tommy tries to reason with the fuming Sr. Marin. But, without musical backing, this otherwise pachuco parody goes up in drink.
Lizzy8784 tries not to laugh with her man singing racist fun in their own “Police Took My Car.” Well, now we have bongos.
From the other border, Snook ‘sings’ “Police Got My Car.” More funny accents, more complaints about not having wheels. Nice screechy strings.
The best Jose Feliciano comes from Bob Rivers. “Police Stop My Car” has made me laugh for many years now. Inappropriate, i suppose, but at least the cops aren’t called dicks this time.
Classic Comedy (read Dr. Demento approved) may not belong on this blog; it’s too well known. But a guy can get nostalgic, no? So those wild and crazy Upper Peninsula Micheganiks, Da Yoopers, present their official video (with the unearthing and winter sports–including WEEE! shovel sledding) of “Rusty Chevrolet.” It seems as old as Yogi Yorgeson, but it’s only as genre-tastic (1987 vs. 1949).
We’re in-between white and black for a couple tones.
‘Silver Bells’ rules the Xmas Lists of Songs since the 1951 Bob Hope movie it premiered in. It does not share its color well with others. So we’ll make fun of it, just a bit, with Jay Livingston and Ray Evans hypothesizing “Silver Balls.” Worth watching and you should be taking notes.
Let’s admit that sliver should be for bells and ornaments–but somewhere by the 1960s some of us thought the whole tree should be silver.
Steve Weeks gently rocks and rolls with his “Aluminum Christmas Tree.” Oh, the adventures he has with his new retro friend!
In fact, let’s turn on “The Color Wheel Christmas Song” by Brad Stubbs. It blends rock and pop so you can taste mild psychedelic bubble gum.
Wait’ll you get a load of The Alcoa Singers (actually The Pittsburgh Flashcats) praising their tree with “Aluminum, Aluminum” (to the tune of ‘O Tannenbaum’). You’ll wonder where you can get one!
Most songs here are about how early is too early for thinking about Christmas. Halloween is the dividing point. Before Halloween is ludicrous. After is just way too early. So we’ll save most of those for Nov. (And no Tim Burton movie musicals here. No means no.)
As does Todd Chapelle’s “October Night.” Come on, that’s genius (‘cuz he sings so good).
“The (Too Soon for) Christmas Song” features a penguin puppet (“Paulie Glacier”). Loungey-fun to the tune of ‘The Christmas song.’ The mention of Columbus Day puts this early early early early early.
The winner here is where ‘Christmas in Kilkenny’ gets the once over with acerbic wit, if not musical joy, by John Matt. “Christmas in October” is not just snotty, it’s nasal.
Starting out our second half of the month, full of mammalian mystery and merriment, come the Austrailian versions of live birthing, milk producers. Weird with a beard.
F’r’xample: “Six White Boomers” by Rolf Harris, tell the story of a lost joey and Santa’s help–aided by his kangaroo team pulling his sleigh. (Slightly more singable-alongable are The Wayfarers with this DownUnder diddy.)
Not strange enough? Try to enjoy “I Want a Duck Billed Platypus fop Christmas” posted by John Brydon. Most novelty songs are parodies of traditional carols. A few are oddball originals. Then there is the parody of the oddball original. Got a special place in my heart for this, despite its deadpan, very dry take on humor. I mean, egg-laying mammals!
