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Prompt:

Write a parody song in the style of “Weird Al” Yankovic—clever, family-friendly, and packed with wordplay. Choose a well-known hit song as the musical foundation and rewrite the lyrics to revolve around a hilariously mundane or exaggeratedly specific topic (e.g., competitive sandwich making, irrational fear of squirrels, or the emotional rollercoaster of assembling IKEA furniture). The humor should be absurd yet precise, with tight rhyme schemes and comedic timing. Include exaggerated vocal delivery and genre-faithful instrumentation that mimics the original song while turning its message completely on its head. [Style: direct parody, high production value, comedic tone, suitable for both live performance and radio play]

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Description:

In this animated image, a man wearing a red hat is holding a guitar and appears to be playing a song. The scene is set in a brightly colored sky, with a few clouds scattered around. The man's guitar is prominently featured in the foreground, while the man himself is positioned towards the center of the image. The overall atmosphere of the scene is cheerful and lighthearted, as if the man is performing a comical parody of a popular song.

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Title: Swede-ish Tragedy
Tags: direct parody, high production value, comedic tone, theatrical rock, storytelling

[Intro]
Is this the flat pack?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in construction,
No escape from this vanity

Open the box—
Look up the guide and see…
I’m just a poor soul,
I need no sympathy

[Verse 1]
Because I’m easy-bruised, elbow bent,
Screw is in, screw is bent
Any way the hex goes doesn’t really matter… to IKEA

Mamaaa… just broke a shelf
Put a wrench against the grain,
Snapped the leg, oh what a pain
Mamaaa… the table’s lookin’ dead
Now I’m gonna cry all night instead

[Chorus]
Mama, ooooh,
Didn’t mean to misalign
If I’m not done by this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on—
If the couch can even follow

[Bridge]
Too late, it’s fallin’ down
Sent my Allen key away,
My patience gone astray
Goodbye, Swedish dreams, gotta go
Gotta leave this pile behind and face the glow…

Mama, ooooh (Ikea makes me sigh)
I don’t wanna die
But this lamp has pierced my eye—assemblyyyyy!

[Operatic Section]
IKEA! It’s a labyrinth! Can you find the screw for me?
Instruction manual, it mocks me with geometry!
Angles of a devil, very very fright’ning me!
(Mamma mia mamma mia!)
Mamma mia, help me please!
I can’t find Part B!

IKEA! NOOO! IKEA! NOOO!
IKEA! Won’t let me go!
(Won’t let me goooooo!)

No no no no no no no!
Oh flat-packa! Flat-packa! Flat-packa, let me go!
Sweden has a cabinet put aside for me, for meeee, for meeeeeee!

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Verse]
So you think you can stall me and laugh when I cry?!
So you think I can’t handle this screw or this tie?!
Oh baby—can’t do this to me baby!
Just gotta get out—just gotta get outta here soon!

[Outro]
(Finally…)
Nothing really matches, anyone can see,
Nothing really matches—
Nothing matches to me

Any way the hex goes…

[End]