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Sunday, July 02, 2006
 
(With reference to David Crosby below, who wept openly on television as a free commercial touting organ transplants, thankful for his "second chance", and who likely will never be anything other than a complete and deranged asshole, I wrote a parody in 1999 which pissed people off).

I was somewhat influenced by recent publicity about a rock star who was himself the recipient of a liver transplant acting as the sperm donor for another rock star. This little tune was inspired in part by recent readings concerning ethical issues in deep ecology, most particularly non-legislated issues in the current xenotransplantation and xenozoonose debate concerning cross-species diseases, which create risk not only to the transplant recipient but also to the public.

For example, recently, two porcine endogenous retroviruses (PERV’s), which can infect and replicate in vitro in human cells, have been found in laboratories in the U.K. The dangers of inadequate screening of donor animals for known zoonoses is considerable. Heretofore, pigs were considered the safer donors.

Spunkify your Life (a parody)

(melody "I’m A Hog For You Baby" by Leiber & Stoller, new words by wtc)

She’s a hog for you, baby

And she can’t get enough of your "love"

She’s a hog like you, baby

She can’t get enough of your "love"

When she meets with the technicians

That’s the only thing they’re thinking of

This little piggy went to Gen-Tech

And the other little piggy stayed home

The first little piggy knew he had such high specs

That he could inflate himself when he was alone

You’re a hog for you, baby

But they can’t get enough of your "love"

When they evaluate results

That’s the only thing they’re dreaming of

This little piggy had a transplant

He said it made him extremely strong

Now that same little piggy might suffer from exhaustion

And he’s chemically enhanced all night long

Because they’re hogs like you, baby

And they love to get paid to make "love"

So take it on the tv

And pretend it’s coming from above

This little piggy raped a hooker

He pulled her into his car by her hair

Now this little piggy’s written up in her book

But the other piggies just don’t care

This little piggy sold some records

And injested every single kind of known drug

Now this little piggy blows his cookies on the phone

About his arsenal and collection of slugs

This little piggy went to prison

He didn’t stay in there very long

The guys on the cellblock really liked him

They said he felt like one of their own

This piggy plunked away at love-ins

He was invited by the gang to join in

Now this piggy published volume two of "his life"

How he sang down the wall of Berlin

While we’re hogs, like you, baby

And there are things that we can make use of

When they asked you to stand and be counted

This can’t be what they were thinking of

The first pig’s in defiance of the mainstream

The other piggy says she has an issue

Now the first pig is in defence of the mainstream

And he’s publicized as a piggy with a tissue

We’re tired of hearing about you, baby

Won’t you just shut up and not speak of

How retro interlards in vitro

You’re the kind of public jerks we are sick of

copyright 1999 wtc
 




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