I'd entered the lyrical half of this last eisteddfod, but now the musical bit is done, so I'm entering that. The song uses two obvious clips from the Beatles' song, "Hey Jude," with original accompaniment, and the rest is original. I'll post the lyrics below the link.
This link should take you to a Quicktime player, or it may open up the song for download. I'm not sure which it will do for you.
A particular problem stood in Jude’s way
On the particular morning of a particular June day.
Jude was visited by two visitors from Mars
Who came to collect Jude and a few particulars
About a habitat where Jude would live happily.
Their names were Gleep-Gleeb and Garb, respectfully.
(If I pronounced how they really are said, I dare say,
My tounge would twist and fall off in a particular way.)
The two were really one Martian, as a matter of faction;
Fused together to make Jude their latest attraction
At the San Martiago Zoo, next to the keeznit cage.
(But don’t worry, it’s vacant as keeznit curdle is all the rage.)
On any other day, Jude would have liked his new land,
But today he was to meet John, from a particular U. K. band,
To sign his name on Jude’s copy of their latest hit,
So of course he’d rather do that than wear curdled keeznit.
Gleep-Gleeb and Garb didn’t understand what Jude tried to say
So they ignored Jude’s pleas and took him away anyway,
Saying, “Glee snood kon fard sen dish hoobershnoo;”
Meaning, “If I were a lamp-post I might eat a shoe.”
(I know. Like you, it doesn’t make much sense to me.
But to them, most lamp-posts are members of high society.)
After much pleading from his peculiar cage-shaped hexagon,
Gleep-Gleeb and Garb agreed to let Jude write to John.
“Dear John, I’m sorry I missed our appointment the other day,
But I’m afraid I’ve been kidnapped and taken far, far away
To the San Martiago Zoo and put on exhibit
Next to the keeznit cage and across from the glibbit.
The glibbit taunts me and I’m afraid for my life.
Best wishes, Jude. P. S., Say hello to your wife.”
John tried to write back but with no return address
So he made it a song that hailed much success.
“Hey Jude, don’t be afraid. You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin, you begin to make it better.”
Jude didn’t think John particularly understood
But he took the advice; John was one hoopy frood.
Jude shouted to the glibbit, “If you want me, come and get me!”
The glibbit hobbled over like a one-legged chimpanzee
Because she did indeed only have one right leg.
The other was a left one. Jude reconsidered and began to beg,
“I’ve changed my mind. Why not stay where you are?
Or better yet, back up – less near and more far.”
The glibbit kept coming. It didn’t know any English.
As it reached out for him, Jude made one last wish.
“I wish I could see Earth, my home, once again.
I’d go and see John,” he said, as the glibbit crawled under his skin.
“I’d tell him, ‘Thanks, but –” he felt it curl in a ball,
“ You were wrong. This isn’t any better at all.”