A discovery like this one isn't an everyday occurrence; I am immensely pleased to have made it.
Some time ago, “Weird Al” Yankovic recorded “Amish Paradise,” a parody of Coolio's “Gangsta’s Paradise.” Some controversy followed, but I think it was mostly cleared up when it became clear that parodying the song does not amount to mocking the very serious plight of many inner-city African-Americans.
When I was at the Huntington Library in California, a reel-to-reel audio tape fell into my briefcase. It appears to contain an early parody of either “Gangsta’s Paradise” or “Amish Paradise”—or some combination of the two. The voice sounds less like “Weird Al” Yankovic and more like a young, Velvet Underground-era Lou Reed, but it is still clearly not Coolio.
The song tells bits and pieces of the plot of Hamlet as if Hamlet himself were singing. The lyrics are provided below the video clip, which takes its images from Laurence Olivier's 1948 film version of Hamlet. Below that, you will find an alternate video clip—just in case the one below disappears—as well as embedded videos of the songs this song seems to parody. Enjoy!
Danish ParadiseYou wanna tell me what this play is about?As I walk on the battlements of Elsinore,I take a look at my skull and set the table on a roar.’Cause I been antic dispositioning so long thatEven Ophelia thinks that my mind has gone.But I ain’t never stabbed her dad if he didn’t deserve it.Hiding back behind an arras? You know that’s unheard of.You better watch where you’re putting that poisoned cupOr you and your new wife might drink some up.I really hate to be, but I got to be.You can see my solid flesh in my soliloquy, fool.I’m the kind of Dane the traveling players want to be likeOn the stage every nightReciting lines in the spotlight.We been spending most our livesLiving in this Danish Paradise.My father’s ghost is niceVisiting this Danish Paradise.Where are old Yorick’s gibes?Not in this Danish Paradise.One stab wound should sufficeKilling in this Danish Paradise.Look at the situation—Ghost got me thinking—I can't have a normal wife: I was raised in the court.So I got to get Ophelia to a nunnery.Too much behind-the-arras watching got me crazy, see?I'm a Wittenberg fool with vengeance on my mind,Got my sword in my hand and a mote in my eye.I’m a melancholy Dane full of sadness,And Horatio is down, so don’t arouse my madness, fool.Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away—He’s praying now. Do it pat, or shall I wait?I’m in Act III now, but will I live to see Act IV?The way things are going, I don't know.Tell me, is to be or not to beThe question you should ask of me?I’ll take the ghost’s advice,Vengeful in this Danish Paradise.After I test it twice,Thinking in this Danish Paradise.This play should trap some mice,Acting in this Danish Paradise.My speeches aren’t concise,Talking in this Danish Paradise.Rosencrantz and Guildie—Guildenstern and Rosie—Ophelia’s by the river, gathering her posies.Laertes, back from Paris, looking for some fencing.What’s going on here with Osrick? The ending is commencing.They say I got a speech, but nobody’s here to hear me.If everybody’s dead, they might just disappear me.I guess they can't, Horatio.I guess I’m dead—that’s why I know the rest is silence, fool.I’ve seen my last sunrise,Dying in this Danish Paradise.Horatio’s alive,Speaking in this Danish Paradise.He never, never lies,Reporting in this Danish Paradise.Please buy some merchandiseWhen you leave this Danish Paradise.Tell me, is to be or not to beThe question you should ask of me?Tell me, is to be or not to beThe question you should ask of me?
“Danish Paradise” (Alternate Video Clip)
Links: One year ago today at Bardfilm. Two years ago today at Bardfilm. Three years ago today at Bardfilm.