M.A.D. Challenge Numero Uno, Big Willie Style

With the knowledge that two rotting brains are better than one, and twice as fun, Mary Ann DeBorde and I concocted the wonderfully wicked M.A.D. Challenge! Each week, we will challenge each other to twist a classic song, theme song, or whatever into a truly frightful or simply bizarre re-creation.

You may remember my take on the Backstreet Boy's "Every Body"? Well, that was just the beginning...

So to truly kick off the festivities, I give you...

Flesh Prince of Bel-Air

Now this is the story all about how

my after-life got flipped, turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became prince of a town called Bel-air

Iiiiinnn West Philadelphia, died and raised

In the graveyard is where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out, maxing, relaxing all cool

And all chewin' on fingers outside of the school

When a couple of guys, they were up to no good

Started shooting zombies in my neighborhood

I took one little bite and they all got scared

And said, "I'm going to my aunty's bunker in Bel-air!"

They whistled for a cab, and when it came near

The license plate said "FLESH", clumps of guts on the mirror

"If anything, I'd say he'll eat these guys rare!"

But I thought, Nah, forget it! "Yo, bones, to Bel-air!"

I pulled up to the bunker 'bout seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo, bones, smell you later!"

Look at my kingdom, I was finally there!

Gonna gnaw on some brains

Zombie Prince of Bel-air.

Takes you back to your youth, no? Be sure to check out the M.A.D. woman's masterful tribute to the Brady Bunch; it's truly delicious...

Happy eating, er, I mean reading!