I made up two Christmas carol parodies.

Jingle Bells, Doc Brown smells.
Marty laid an egg.
The time machine is being mean,
and Biff Tannen took ballet.

Joy to the World, Biff Tannen's dead.*
We bar-b-cued his head.
Don't worry about the body.
We flushed it down the potty.
And around and around it goes.
And around and around it goes.
And a-round and around and around it goes.

*Biff Tannen can be replaced with Strickland

Hehe! Love the Biff Tannen one! :)

Do you have any song parodies?

No, not right now! I'm busy working on almost Christmas.

BTW, I'd be open to suggestions. Here's the deal.

Marty Jr and Marlene relive Christmas Eve six times, and the first five times, something goes wrong.

On Day One, Marty Jr was so captivated with Stephanie Stebbs, he ends up being unfaithful to Harmony Brown. Meanwhile, Marlene has a fight with Mike Hartford about what to bring to the party.

On Day Two, Marty Jr and Marlene overdose on grasshoppers - and Marlene ends up in the hospital.

Do you have any ideas for what should go wrong on days 3, 4, or 5?

Maybe on one of them, Marty Jr and Marlene accidentally get themselves arrested.

That's a good idea! Maybe it happens on Day Three. Do you have any ideas for how they accidentally get arrested?

Maybe something that involves Griff and his thugs chasing them.

Okay, thanks for the suggestions. I'll see what I can come up with.

I think it's on Day 5 that they're going to attempt to use Doc's DeLorean time machine to skip ahead to Christmas Day, but the plan doesn't work.

And how about Marty Jr and Marlene buying some Christmas presents for their significant others? But the salespeople coaxed them into getting sexy underwear for them as opposed to what they were originally going to buy, like a sweater or socks.

Oh, okay, thank you so much! I could do that for Day Four.

Now we need to figure out Day Five, which is also the day they attempt to use Doc's DeLorean time machine.

Maybe they even tried to avoid giving them the presents after buying them, but Harmony and Mike found them anyway. Of course, Harmony would be offended by the sexy lingerie that Marty got her. Marlene probably got Mike something like a leopard spotted bikini bottom, and he secretly kind of liked it, but he acts like he hated it and even convinced Marlene that he did.

That's a good idea!

Maybe on Day 3, Marty Jr and Marlene ends up being arrested for leaving the restauant without paying - when Griff and his gang chase them.

That's a good idea.

Maybe the police do end up being understanding - after all, a lack of lawyers doesn't have to mean a lack of rationality - but it still ends up becoming a major inconvenience for them.

Now we need to think of Day 5. On Day 6, everything goes well - and then the next day is finally Christmas Day. Maybe that morning, they wake up to Back In Time by Huey Lewis and The News.

This one especially applies to Hell Valley Biff Tannen:

You're a mean one, Mr. Biff.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Biff.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Mr. Biff.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Biff.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Mr. Biff.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Biff.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.


You're a foul one, Mr. Biff.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Biff.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Mr. Biff.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Biff.


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Mr. Biff.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Biff.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.



And here's the Limbaugh vesion:

You're a mean one, Mr. Rush.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Rush.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Mr. Rush.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Rush.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Mr. Rush.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Rush.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.


You're a foul one, Mr. Rush.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Rush.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Mr. Rush.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Rush.


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Mr. Rush.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Rush.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

Those are good.