My love affair with parody began long before my first Weird Al Yankovich song.  Between editing the Song Stories anthologies and watching the videos from the Key of Awesome, I’ve been inspired to finish the lyrics to a parody I started when I was eight.  
*Warning* this song may offend people who are upset by violence, the mentally ill, and anyone with good taste (especially people that taste good).

This Grudge has got a Hold on Me
(With sincerest apologies to Smokey Robinson)

I don't hate you
No, I despise you
Seems like I'm dreaming of
your demise ooh
oh it ended badly
The truth is sadly

This grudge has got a hold on me
(This grudge has got a hold on me)
This grudge has got a hold on me
(This grudge has got a hold on me)

Baby
You can't escape me
Although you try to
I'll slice and I'll dice you
And then I'll fry you
Oh ho, ho, I'll never leave you
After I cleave you

I've really grown a taste for you
(I've really grown a taste for you)
I'm gonna make a baste for you
(I'm gonna make a baste for you)

You left me, and if that's how it's gonna be, I'm gonna
kill you,
fill you,
chill you,
grill you...

Munching
Crunching

I want to leave here
They've got me locked up
Straight jacket on, and I'm
Electroshocked up
Oh ho ho, I'm going to bed now
It's time for meds now

I learned some things from therapy
(I learned some things from therapy)
I learned some things from therapy
(I learned some things from therapy)

Baby
I ate you. That was the wrong thing to do
But now it's
Too late (burp)
You're ate (oof)
Taste great
Cleaned the plate

That grudge has really rounded me
(That grudge has really rounded me)
That grudge has packed some pounds on me
(That grudge has packed some pounds on me)