Someone today mentioned great “Dance Movies”, one of which was West Side Story. This reminded me of an inspiration I had for a silly project back in medical school…
A parody of West Side Story, about rival insurance companies. The sweet young couple love each other dearly, but cannot wed as their preexisting conditions prevent them from adding themselves to the other’s policy.
I thought one “gang” should be the Mets, but I never came up with a good Shark-analog. Still, I composed these parody snippets:
When you’re a Met,
You’re a Met all the way
From your first check that clears
to the last time you pay…
I feel sickly. Oh, so sickly!
I feel crummy and bummy and dead
And so sickly, I just want sit and hold my head.
I feel awful, oh so awful
It’s unlawful how awful I feel
And so sickly that I hardly can believe I’ll heal
See the sickly girl in that mirror there?
Who can that repulsive girl be?
Such a pale face! Such a fuzzy tongue! And such puffy eyes!
What a sickly me!
I feel icky and disgusting
Like my ‘pendix could bust… there it goes!
And my doctor has me paying through my runny nose.
And a friend of mine actually won tickets to see West Side Story while I was in medical school, so I told him about this idea and we whipped up this one that night (this is mostly my friend’s):
I’m an MD in America
Come and see me in America
I’ll make you healthy in America
For a small fee in America
If you are ill in America
I’ll give you a pill in America
Or some Ny-Quil in America
And send you a bill in America!