(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