Margi Gets A New Design
 

We see no change in sight
Stevie wore her ratty dress last night
She wears it up on stage
She's done it a thousand times

When Stevie dresses herself in the darkness
It doesn't bode well in the light
Mistakes of fashion that start out with Margi
Usually don't make Stevie look alright

I know you all agree
(We've written these parodies before)
I know you all agree

I know she's pretty
Last night she didn't look pretty
She just looked matronly
What can I say?
You couldn't have loved it
I didn't love it
Not any of the time
Anywhere it can...
Anytime it can...
Get thrown away,
Get thrown away

Maybe it's just something else
That she can't tell us
Maybe it's in the way that she
Hobbles up onstage
(Oh no, it's just her hip)
It's not like that damn dress
Has everlasting threads
Well, we'll always know when it's back again
My friend

(repeat chorus)

Oooh, we see no change in sight
Watching her dress the same every time
She gets up on that stage wearing it
She's done it a thousand times
When Stevie dresses herself in the darkness
It doesn't bode well in the light
Affairs of bad fashion sense start out with the hot flashes
Or it may just be her crappy eyesight
When everyone sees it,
Plastered on her body
She rarely gives it much thought
She spends every day
Waiting for the day
When MARGI GETS A NEW DESIGN!

DON'T YOU KNOW?!
DON'T YOU KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW?!

LMAO ROTFF!!!! :eek: :eek: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

LMFAO that was good! :laugh: In all honesty, you do bring up an excellent point though... that was supposedly a NEW design??? :confused: :confused: :confused: It reminds me of the Brady Bunch movie, when Mike is trying to make a new design, and he comes up with a gas station and a grocery store that are identical in design to his house, which was the only design he'd ever made. I swear this Margi has the Mike Brady syndrome!

That would certainly explain why she's never had a runway show! :laugh:

SWEATERED ANGEL

I was born to design her
So I know how to dress her
Well, look up, dress by Margi Kent
But it's black as night, no stars

Well, this is the first thing that I've knitted
Since I came up with that Stand Back cape
And then her weight came down
We thought it would make for some great hemming
Stevie was free to show some leg
But then something happened...with the IRS
Something broke the bank...of her wardrobe

Well, I live to sew...the same black sweater
In the shape that flatters her form least
On the hips that Lindsey B. calls...Paradise Valley
Well, black has always been her sanctuary
I'd leave new shawls for her, too
There on the other side of the stage
By her duster
But she's stuck in cardigan
No new looks, not new laces for you

So where is their icon
Where has she gone
Why all the buttons
They're really no fun
Where is their Stevie
Where has she gone
What is it that's fashion here
Is it real, this bore
This can't be hip slimming

Oooh I need to free you from your Miss Mary Mac wardrobe
And you should know
How much crowds want to
Burn sweater they jeer

Operation Sweatered Angel
In waiting...
Operation Dowdy Form
Operation Sweatered Angel

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Worn-out, says the garment that I wear
A reflection of an Italian widow
All the way to my doom
Worn-out - like it tatters
I am a laughing stock
From Margi's dress shop

I like the shoulderpads
I like the glitter...
I like the way the fishnet blends
Into the nylon, so right
It's like wearing a goodwill bargain
This neckline is ripping
Like a designer
With no new designs

I'm alone now
With my garment
Of how we could make it through this tour
Of how we could get out of those Ledge parodies
What we've been through
All of the drama
The smell of my sweat-stains
Shadow of a diminutive performer

I will not take you for granted
I wouldn't trade you for silk
Or for cashmere
Not for one red dress
Not for anything
I need you to be there
Just remember when I am without your fringe
That I was just so scared

I'm alone now
With my garment
Of how we could make it off the worst-dressed list
Of how we could get out of Joan Rivers' path
What we've been through
All of the drama
The smell of old must
Shadows of a golden shawl

What I saw on this journey
I saw the Ledge board go down
I cannot pretend
That the parodies fall away
It's just like a bad joke
Ooh, it's never ending
I cannot pretend
That my dress will make me sexy

Dissention and Jake...you rule the world.

Glad you're enjoying them; try taking a shot at some! :D

These are so funny! There was one the other day in another thread, which I can't find now that had me laughing so hard and I continued to laugh all day whenever I thought of the line.

BTW...if you've seen that fishnet up close...nuff said!


Have either of you taken a shot with one of Lindsey's songs, could be just as funny with all his little quirks!


Keep em coming :laugh:

Coming soon...stay tuned!

Oh, I will!

seriously, both of you should write comedy for a living.


I can't wait till you take a shot at Mick, feel free to use one of Stevie, Lindsey or Christine's songs since I don't think anyone would know the melody to hum along to one of Mick's songs:D

We wear all of our shirts the same
Every one will suffer the wrinkles we've made
They all look just the same
And there's no going back on the sloppy attire we've laid

Steam-iron take your time
Wait for the shirt to dry
Soon all the bulges will rise (like in the Mirage vid...:eek: )
Steam-iron don't tell why
Don't be afraid flatten
Starch is the sweet surprise

Only babies who are on their way
Ever poison Stevie's well
But we still have time to hate
Before the sheds go on to sell

(chorus)

Until he himself...
Became the greediest bastard
As he grew older
Until he himself
Became just as fatal
As a Wal-Mart CEO...

So you run toward...
Where there is moolah
But there are too many banks to pick from...
With all the love that I have for your money
With all the love that I have for your money
Join my club!

Never did I mean to fleece you
In my fan club
Like I have trapped many
For the love I have for lolly
For the love I have for lolly
Get out your credit card!

LOL! and away we go!!!

KNITTED

You think you look sexy
I think you could look sexy
Lose those long sleeves of Blacksweater that's too worn
You remember your wild days
Oh, in fiery sequins

That tired black gown
Making your ass look tired
Making your face look sad

It falls past your knees
To embrace bland form
You no longer care
For what's new, but for what's torn
You live in Blacksweater
Like your Reeblechs and your Flathair
You don't let go
You'd like more stuff knitted by Margi Kent
You'd like to be taken for Whistler's mother
This look's lived through repeats

You found Blacksweater at The Limited
When the mall opened up
Could wear less for hot flashes
You'd think you'd had enough
We want to save you
But you just can't give it up
You'd rather be wrapped up
In a look overworn
You're Blacksweater Addicted Woman
A look forlorn

And hemline goes down
Chasing down the Reeblechs
You think you must wear the Reeblechs