The Fringemunks – Feebo, Notchy, and Pie – have teamed up with David Wu to recap all episodes of the sci-fi TV series Fringe with song parodies. This first album contains song recaps of all 20 original Season 1 episodes, as well as the “lost” Season 1 episode “Unearthed” that was not broadcast until mid-way during the second season.
All Parody Lyrics, Instruments, Production & Vocals by David Wu
Recorded 2008-2009 / Released 2009
Lyrics
1.01: PILOT – The Fringemunks
Parody of “American Pie” by Don McLean
All Parody Lyrics, Instruments, Production & Vocals by David Wu
POV: Charlie Francis
A long, long week ago,
I can still remember when that agent used to make her smile
And I knew there was not a chance
That they’d disclose their sweet romance
And, maybe, they could hide it for a while
Then Flight 627 made me shiver
The see-through passengers made me quiver
Vomit on the doorstep
There was no need for forceps
I thought that it was out of place
When Broyles sent Dunham to that storage space
Oh this was just a couple days
Before the agent died
So…
CHORUS:
My, my, Agent Johnny Scott died
Reanimated? Maybe slated…
Now he’s just a dead guy
Will Massive Dynamic really help him survive?
Singin’ “Will he really come back to life?
Will he really come back to life?”
John Scott caught that see-through bug
At that storage space where that bomb went off
Olivia only bumped her head
Could that hospital really save John? No!
Dr. Bishop was the only hope
And Peter, his son, was the only way to obtain him
He was trying to hide from old Big Ed
Had to stay in Baghdad, or he’d be dead
An FBI file he earned (Olivia lied about it!)
So he sucked it up, and returned, oh!
They reunited at the facility
Dr. Bishop shaved, and then was free
And so began the team of three
Before the agent died
That’s right, I’m singin’…
CHORUS
Pete, Liv and Doc had their debates
‘Bout combining Liv and John’s dream states
Peter thought they were insane
But the Doc he did it! I don’t know how
Nor did Astrid Farnsworth or Gene the Cow
But Liv’s and John’s dream waves, they turned the same
Then she saw a tombstone in a graveyard lair
Saw her Uncle’s kayak in the air
Then ol’ John Scott appeared
Fringe science can be weird
Then Olivia made a computerized picture
Of Passenger 108’s twin named Richard
The hunt was on, and they caught the man
Before the agent died
And I was singin…
CHORUS
They found the stuff to save John Scott
… It turns out it was all for naught
He got well, then killed Richard Steig
I locked down the hospital room and then
John Scott drove off in a darkened van
That two-faced man, he almost got away
But Olivia chased him far
And John Scott, he crashed his car
Then John told Olivia: “Ask yourself
Why Broyles sent you to the storage cell…”
And the trio we’re pinning out hopes on
The father, son and liaison
Decided to keep their basement zone
The day the agent died
So I’m singing…
CHORUS 2X
1.02: THE SAME OLD STORY – The Fringemunks
Parody of “100 Years” by Five For Fighting
All Parody Lyrics, Instruments, Production & Vocals by David Wu
POV: Christopher Penrose
I’m a newborn for 2 seconds
And then I start rapid-aging
I’m a test-tube human
Christopher Penrose is my name
I’m 8 months old for 2 seconds
I’m just a cultivated soldier
And I can’t help it
There’s only one way to counter this
Pituitary glands I need
Obituaries you will read
Open, please
There’s no other way better than this
Or I’ll only have 2 minutes left to live
I’m 10 years old for 2 seconds
I look just like the other clonies
But I’m no phony
Because Dr. Penrose loves me dearly
I’m 17 for 2 seconds
And I am still rapid aging
And I can’t help it
There’s only one way to counter this
Pituitary glands I need
Obituaries you will read
In tomorrow’s edition of the Boston Herald
Pituitary glands I need
Open please,
There’s no other way better than this
Or I’ll only have 2 minutes left to live
I might be 25, and I need to survive
But that agent lady chases me in the night
Don’t have my hormones and so I will die
I’m 85 for a moment
Dying, just for another moment
To tell the agent
That the doc should have let me die
8 months old, I envy you
10 years old, remember you
17, you start to freak!
Was it 25 years, or just a week? Ooohh…
Pituitary glands I need
Obituaries you will read
Open, please
There’s no other way better than this
Or I’ll only have 2 minutes left to live
1.03: THE GHOST NETWORK – The Fringemunks
Parody of “The Ballad of John and Yoko” by The Beatles
All Parody Lyrics, Instruments, Production & Vocals by David Wu
POV: Olivia Dunham
Standing in the booth of confession
Roy was talking there with a priest
Then Roy saw the vision of the bus in submission
The passengers started to freeze
Broyles, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
If you don’t tell me
The information I need
Dead on the bus was an agent
Evelina Mendoza, her name
A covert DEA with a great resume
But the Pattern scared her, just the same
Broyles, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
If you don’t tell me
The information I need
Grant Davidson was Mendoza’s buddy
I didn’t know that he was a risk
Davidson turned his back, cut an ‘X’ on her hand
Then took out a circular disc
Broyles, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
If you don’t tell me
The information I need
Peter caught a fellow who was on his tail
Took away the camera’s flash memory
Was he with Big Ed? He turned and he said:
“You should have checked in before you came … BACK!”
Peter played a tune on the piano
The song was “Someone to Watch Over Me”
When Walter B. hears a groove, helps his focus improve
And perhaps a new clue, this could be
Broyles, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
If you don’t tell me
The information I need
Caught an early plane to see Nina
After that, I felt like a schmuck!
I can’t really tell, is she heaven or hell?
Guess it always comes back to the duck
Broyles! You know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
If you don’t tell me
The information I need
If you don’t tell me
The information I need
1.04: THE ARRIVAL – The Fringemunks
Parody of “Gold Digger” by Kanye West ft. Jamie Foxx
All Parody Lyrics, Instruments, Production & Vocals by David Wu
POV: Peter Bishop
Vibrates at 2 and 4 M-H-z’s
Yeah, radiating frequencies
Oh it’s a hole digger
Way underground
That digs on deep
(Vibrates at 2 and…)
Now I’m sayin’ it’s a hole digger (…4 M-H-z’s)
The dark heavy bullet-shaped figure (Vibrates at 2 and…)
Now I’m sayin’ it’s a hole digger (… 4 M-H-z’s)
The dark heavy bullet-shaped figure (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head blast down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head (yeah)
Cylinder beacon
Blew a gas main, Brooklyn
It was pure iridium
We don’t know where from
I asked Walter what it is
Why are you keepin’ mum
Then I told Olivia
Yo this is the last one, then I’m gone
I’m not having too much fun – dontcha notice?
I don’t do well staying in one place – you know this!
Big Eddie’s after me – staying here is attrocious
And Walter says my ideas are absorbed through osmosis!
OK, took the capsule to test it in the lab
Walter said “it’s called ‘sound,'” like I don’t have vocab
He stuck a needle into Astrid when I went to get foil
I woke Astrid up, and got yelled at by Broyles – don’t know why!
Questioned Walter in that FBI place
Couldn’t help but shake my head when I looked at his face
He called me small-minded, then insulted my mom
I don’t care what none of y’all say – I’m gone!
(Vibrates at 2 and…)
Now I’m sayin’ it’s a hole digger (…4 M-H-z’s)
The dark heavy bullet-shaped figure (Vibrates at 2 and…)
Now I’m sayin’ it’s a hole digger (… 4 M-H-z’s)
The dark heavy bullet-shaped figure (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head blast down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head (yeah)
17 years, 17 years
He was in the institution for 17 years
Sometimes I feel cursed for being his only kid
He lectures me at night when he’s buck naked
I am the babysitter, he’s the baby with the rattle
I can’t get to sleep, and that’s not the full battle
He obsesses over root beer floats, I must tattle
These Pattern assignments, I don’t like them at all
I’m tired of the lab with the scent of fine cattle
Where I was attacked by John Mosley of Seattle (Seattle, Seattle)
And this Mosley punk, holla’d
Where’s the cylinder, WHERE’S THE CYLINDER? YEAH!
It seems that I somehow knew
But that can’t be right, thought I had no clue
The wires inserted up my nostrils too far
If an actor played my part, send him straight to the E.R.
(Vibrates at 2 and…)
Now I’m sayin’ it’s a hole digger (…4 M-H-z’s)
The dark heavy bullet-shaped figure (Vibrates at 2 and…)
Now I’m sayin’ it’s a hole digger (… 4 M-H-z’s)
The dark heavy bullet-shaped figure (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head blast down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Go beacon, go head (yeah)
Now there’s a creepy bald guy and he truly intrigues
And this CBG be giving me the hee bee gee bees
He goes out to eat and he will pay a full 20
Give 11 jalapenos to the Observer, please
And the waitresses can’t help but reckon
He eats a full burger in 3.1 seconds
He got no taste buds, baby, look in his eyes
No tears – Tabasco be drownin’ his fries!
Got no hair, no beard
Got no eyebrows, and yeah that’s weird
Walter says this dude saved my life years ago, but take care hun
He’ll read all your thoughts, and knock you out with a stun gun
Go beacon, go head get down (now I can’t leave)
Go beacon, go head blast down (now I can’t leave)
Go beacon, go head get down (now I can’t leave)
Go beacon, go head (yeah)
Departure on schedule…