Song parody of
Palaces of Montezuma
by Grinderman
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Palaces of Montezuma song by Grinderman.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
Psychedelic invocations
Of Mata Hari at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu Birth
A woman of flesh, a child of the earth
I give to you
The hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis, the black unicorn
I give to you
The palaces of Montezuma
And the gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The Spider Goddess and the Needle Boy
The slave-dwarves they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super-dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimmme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
The epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress
I give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk, can't even stand
I ask of you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon baby, come out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Give it to me
Give it to me
Yeah give it to me
Psychedelic invocations
Of Mata Hari at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu Birth
A woman of flesh, a child of the earth
I give to you
The hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis, the black unicorn
I give to you
The palaces of Montezuma
And the gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The Spider Goddess and the Needle Boy
The slave-dwarves they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super-dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimmme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
The epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress
I give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk, can't even stand
I ask of you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon baby, come out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Give it to me
Give it to me
Yeah give it to me
