http://www.thefump.com The Funny Music Project! Fri, 07 Aug 2026 01:00:00 -0500 en-us All songs are the copyright of the original artist and are released under a Creative Commons Attribution- Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. support@fidim.com (Tom Rockwell) 60 Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Free funny songs twice a week! The FuMP is a twice-weekly podcast featuring new, rare, and unreleased songs by some of the biggest names in funny music. These artists are regularly featured on The Dr. Demento Show and routinely perform at science fiction conventions and other places around the country. FIDIM Interactive, LLC yessupport@fidim.comFIDIM Interactive, LLC Dave Guhlow 2:41 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/dg128_drowsy-donny-from-mar-a-lago.mp3 A parody of "Tricky Dicky" by Country Joe McDonald. New lyrics by Dave Guhlow. Fri, 07 Aug 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/dg128_drowsy-donny-from-mar-a-lago.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)A parody of "Tricky Dicky" by Country Joe McDonald. New lyrics by Dave Guhlow.A parody of "Tricky Dicky" by Country Joe McDonald. New lyrics by Dave Guhlow.Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Michael J. Dog 3:10 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/2sle128_hot-dog-farm.mp3 Do you hate working for a living as much as we do? Tue, 04 Aug 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/2sle128_hot-dog-farm.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)Do you hate working for a living as much as we do?Do you hate working for a living as much as we do?Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Robert Lund and Spaff 1:11 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/rl128_super.mp3 It has been ten whole months since Sulu parodied this song (and fifteen years since we did), so it was time. What we learned about "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious": o The writers of a 1949 song called "Supercalafajalistickespeealadojus" sued Disney...and LOST. The court found that variants of the word had been around for decades. So, as it turns out, neither they nor the Sherman Brothers (who wrote the Mary Poppins song and a ton of other classic Disney tunes) originated the term. o The Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke recording was released as a single that made it to the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at #66 the week ending May 15, 1965. The #1 song that week was... Herman's Hermits' "Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Daughter" ...which together scans perfectly to "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." The Charmin Brothers: M. Spaff Sumsion: Lyrics Robert Lund: Vocals, instruments, and production Fri, 31 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/rl128_super.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)It has been ten whole months since Sulu parodied this song (and fifteen years since we did), so it was time. What we learned about "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious": o The writers of a 1949 song called "Supercalafajalistickespeealadojus" sued Disney...and LOST. The court found that variants of the word had been around for decades. So, as it turns out, neither they nor the Sherman Brothers (who wrote the Mary Poppins song and a ton of other classic Disney tunes) originated the term. o The Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke recording was released as a single that made it to the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at #66 the week ending May 15, 1965. The #1 song that week was... Herman's Hermits' "Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Daughter" ...which together scans perfectly to "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." The Charmin Brothers: M. Spaff Sumsion: Lyrics Robert Lund: Vocals, instruments, and productionIt has been ten whole months since Sulu parodied this song (and fifteen years since we did), so it was time. What we learned about "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious": o The writers of a 1949 song called "Supercalafajalistickespeealadojus" sued Disney...and LOST. The court found that variants of the word had been around for decades. So, as it turns out, neither they nor the Sherman Brothers (who wrote the Mary Poppins song and a ton of other classic Disney tunes) originated the term. o The Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke recording was released as a single that made it to the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at #66 the week ending May 15, 1965. The #1 song that week was... Herman's Hermits' "Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Daughter" ...which together scans perfectly to "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." The Charmin Brothers: M. Spaff Sumsion: Lyrics Robert Lund: Vocals, instruments, and productionSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Joe J Thomas 2:54 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/JJT128_old-man-joe-is-learning-french.mp3 Old Man Joe Is Learning French Dedicated to all those learning a new language. Parody of "Old MacDonald" Keyboard, Lyrics and Singing by Joe J Thomas More at: JoesDump.com Copyright 2026, Joe J Thomas, Joe's Dump, JoesDump.com All Rights Reserved. Not A Quinn-Martin Production. Tue, 28 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/JJT128_old-man-joe-is-learning-french.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)Old Man Joe Is Learning French Dedicated to all those learning a new language. Parody of "Old MacDonald" Keyboard, Lyrics and Singing by Joe J Thomas More at: JoesDump.com Copyright 2026, Joe J Thomas, Joe's Dump, JoesDump.com All Rights Reserved. Not A Quinn-Martin Production.Old Man Joe Is Learning French Dedicated to all those learning a new language. Parody of "Old MacDonald" Keyboard, Lyrics and Singing by Joe J Thomas More at: JoesDump.com Copyright 2026, Joe J Thomas, Joe's Dump, JoesDump.com All Rights Reserved. Not A Quinn-Martin Production.Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Insane Ian 0:45 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/ii128_the-last-straw-cool-guys.mp3 Had an idea for a fairy simple premise: what is considered cool? And also, what is considered NOT cool. Heavily inspired by "Stop Putting Protien in Everything" by Wolves of Glendale. Lyrics and vocals: Insane Ian Music, mixing, mastering: Ben Stahl Single art: Kendra Shepherd Fri, 24 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/ii128_the-last-straw-cool-guys.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)Had an idea for a fairy simple premise: what is considered cool? And also, what is considered NOT cool. Heavily inspired by "Stop Putting Protien in Everything" by Wolves of Glendale. Lyrics and vocals: Insane Ian Music, mixing, mastering: Ben Stahl Single art: Kendra ShepherdHad an idea for a fairy simple premise: what is considered cool? And also, what is considered NOT cool. Heavily inspired by "Stop Putting Protien in Everything" by Wolves of Glendale. Lyrics and vocals: Insane Ian Music, mixing, mastering: Ben Stahl Single art: Kendra ShepherdSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Green Foot 2min no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/gf128_dog-house.mp3 Every good man has been there. Tue, 21 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/gf128_dog-house.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)Every good man has been there.Every good man has been there.Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Matt McCloud 3:42 yes https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/mmc128_debbie-does.mp3 While reflecting on relationships come and gone, a man praises the one girl who has always been there for him..... on the shelf...in Hip Hop form... Little Debbie. Fri, 17 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/mmc128_debbie-does.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)While reflecting on relationships come and gone, a man praises the one girl who has always been there for him..... on the shelf...in Hip Hop form... Little Debbie.While reflecting on relationships come and gone, a man praises the one girl who has always been there for him..... on the shelf...in Hip Hop form... Little Debbie.Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Steve Goodie 6:59 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/sg128_sachio--my-brothers-son.mp3 I hope it's ok that this month's FuMP submission is actually two songs stuck together as one, and that only half of it is funny. In 2002 I became an uncle for the second time, to a nephew named Sachio. He was the happiest, most calm and even-tempered child I've ever encountered. Just all smiles, all the time. I didn't see him or his sister that much, as they lived far away, but with each visit he became more and more interesting and fun and inspiring. For his third birthday I parodied a Van Morrison song for Sachio, and that's the first half of today's offering. In 2005 I made a CD of that song, and that CD still has a proud place in the upstairs bathroom of their home in Georgia. As I write this, Sachio is 24 and in hospice care, at home with his parents. His sister has come for the summer to be with them, along with her wife. I'm visiting every few weeks. In September 2025 Sachio was diagnosed with a Malignant Peripheral Nerve Sheath Tumor. It's a terribly aggressive cancer, which becomes so entangled in so many healthy organs that it becomes very hard to treat. Six months of chemo barely slowed its growth, and in April 2026 Sachio decided that quality of life was more important than quantity. I've written quite a bit about Sachio over the past year, but it was personal and not for public eyes or ears. Now it's fathers day weekend. I'm visiting with them in Georgia, and alternately feeling like it's good that I'm here, and then that I'm an additional burden being here, and then that it doesn't matter one way or the other. We keep breathing and watching tennis and watching world cup soccer and eating and sleeping... trying to keep this brave and doomed young man comfortable and comforted as the clock ticks. *** Sachio died at 4 am on Friday June 26, 2026. The hole he left is immeasurable. The second half of today's offering probably isn't comforting. I can do music pretty well, and I can do comedy pretty well... but neither seems to be of any value for my family (or for anyone else) in the face of incurable cancer. I've found that making things helps me process and deal with the pain and the isolation and the helplessness, so I've kept at it. It was helpful to me to make something "pretty" or "melodic" out of all this monumental unfairness. It was helpful to beat the hell out of the drums, and to turn this up really loud. And, having played it for a few close friends, I think it might actually have some merit. And maybe even some value for those who are grieving. Who knows? The main thing I've noticed is that pretty much anything is okay to say or do when the outcome is certain and awful. Very little judgement has been shown lately. So here goes. Sachio was violinist and a guitarist and a saxophonist and a singer. I wish I could say that we played music together, but for some reason that only happened a few times, very casually. We never composed anything together, and we never recorded anything. He played music with his sister, and with his father, and with his school orchestra, and later with his band "The Drapes." A few years ago I invited him and his band to come up to Nashville and do some recording, but that never happened. And that makes me profoundly sad. For this song, I composed the finger-picked instrumental bit upstairs in Sachio's room, while Sachio and his parents were sleeping in the basement room that had become Sachio's hospice ward. Sachio's room was (and will remain) full of his awards and sports posters and lots of things he'd collected in 24 years. As I worked on the song, I thought, "I'm in his bedroom, and he'll never see this room again." And I tried to put that big sadness into the music. In the original "Sachio" song from 2005, I enlisted the saxophone talents of Michael Duncan in Los Angeles. For the second, newer part, I wanted to have a violin, so I asked Tim Lorsch to provide that in Nashville, and he kindly agreed. Everything else you hear is me. Two individual songs compose this whole. My hope is that together they kind of bookend a life lived well, even if it was much too short. I hope people can relate to the pain and overwhelmingness of life and death, and that they think of the awesome gift that we all get for a short while. I hope the "god works in mysterious ways" people will see another perspective, as this song does not let any god off the hook. I hope this does something for someone. I'm just putting it all out there. Doing my best, whether it's sufficient or not. Many thanks to my brother Adam Goodie, his wife Chinami Goodie, their daughter Sara Goodie, and of course Sachio himself. You have each shown inspiring strength and love through all the good times and bad. You can see Sachio's obituary here. And you can see a video of this song, a slideshow, here. "Sachio" Music: Van Morrison Words, guitars, drums, bass, keyboards, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Saxophones: Michael Duncan "My Brother's Son" Music, words, guitars, pedal steel guitar, piano, bass, drums, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Violin: Tim Lorsch Helpful help: Stephen DeBonrepos and Niamh Bagnell Tue, 14 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/sg128_sachio--my-brothers-son.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)I hope it's ok that this month's FuMP submission is actually two songs stuck together as one, and that only half of it is funny. In 2002 I became an uncle for the second time, to a nephew named Sachio. He was the happiest, most calm and even-tempered child I've ever encountered. Just all smiles, all the time. I didn't see him or his sister that much, as they lived far away, but with each visit he became more and more interesting and fun and inspiring. For his third birthday I parodied a Van Morrison song for Sachio, and that's the first half of today's offering. In 2005 I made a CD of that song, and that CD still has a proud place in the upstairs bathroom of their home in Georgia. As I write this, Sachio is 24 and in hospice care, at home with his parents. His sister has come for the summer to be with them, along with her wife. I'm visiting every few weeks. In September 2025 Sachio was diagnosed with a Malignant Peripheral Nerve Sheath Tumor. It's a terribly aggressive cancer, which becomes so entangled in so many healthy organs that it becomes very hard to treat. Six months of chemo barely slowed its growth, and in April 2026 Sachio decided that quality of life was more important than quantity. I've written quite a bit about Sachio over the past year, but it was personal and not for public eyes or ears. Now it's fathers day weekend. I'm visiting with them in Georgia, and alternately feeling like it's good that I'm here, and then that I'm an additional burden being here, and then that it doesn't matter one way or the other. We keep breathing and watching tennis and watching world cup soccer and eating and sleeping... trying to keep this brave and doomed young man comfortable and comforted as the clock ticks. *** Sachio died at 4 am on Friday June 26, 2026. The hole he left is immeasurable. The second half of today's offering probably isn't comforting. I can do music pretty well, and I can do comedy pretty well... but neither seems to be of any value for my family (or for anyone else) in the face of incurable cancer. I've found that making things helps me process and deal with the pain and the isolation and the helplessness, so I've kept at it. It was helpful to me to make something "pretty" or "melodic" out of all this monumental unfairness. It was helpful to beat the hell out of the drums, and to turn this up really loud. And, having played it for a few close friends, I think it might actually have some merit. And maybe even some value for those who are grieving. Who knows? The main thing I've noticed is that pretty much anything is okay to say or do when the outcome is certain and awful. Very little judgement has been shown lately. So here goes. Sachio was violinist and a guitarist and a saxophonist and a singer. I wish I could say that we played music together, but for some reason that only happened a few times, very casually. We never composed anything together, and we never recorded anything. He played music with his sister, and with his father, and with his school orchestra, and later with his band "The Drapes." A few years ago I invited him and his band to come up to Nashville and do some recording, but that never happened. And that makes me profoundly sad. For this song, I composed the finger-picked instrumental bit upstairs in Sachio's room, while Sachio and his parents were sleeping in the basement room that had become Sachio's hospice ward. Sachio's room was (and will remain) full of his awards and sports posters and lots of things he'd collected in 24 years. As I worked on the song, I thought, "I'm in his bedroom, and he'll never see this room again." And I tried to put that big sadness into the music. In the original "Sachio" song from 2005, I enlisted the saxophone talents of Michael Duncan in Los Angeles. For the second, newer part, I wanted to have a violin, so I asked Tim Lorsch to provide that in Nashville, and he kindly agreed. Everything else you hear is me. Two individual songs compose this whole. My hope is that together they kind of bookend a life lived well, even if it was much too short. I hope people can relate to the pain and overwhelmingness of life and death, and that they think of the awesome gift that we all get for a short while. I hope the "god works in mysterious ways" people will see another perspective, as this song does not let any god off the hook. I hope this does something for someone. I'm just putting it all out there. Doing my best, whether it's sufficient or not. Many thanks to my brother Adam Goodie, his wife Chinami Goodie, their daughter Sara Goodie, and of course Sachio himself. You have each shown inspiring strength and love through all the good times and bad. You can see Sachio's obituary here. And you can see a video of this song, a slideshow, here. "Sachio" Music: Van Morrison Words, guitars, drums, bass, keyboards, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Saxophones: Michael Duncan "My Brother's Son" Music, words, guitars, pedal steel guitar, piano, bass, drums, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Violin: Tim Lorsch Helpful help: Stephen DeBonrepos and Niamh BagnellI hope it's ok that this month's FuMP submission is actually two songs stuck together as one, and that only half of it is funny. In 2002 I became an uncle for the second time, to a nephew named Sachio. He was the happiest, most calm and even-tempered child I've ever encountered. Just all smiles, all the time. I didn't see him or his sister that much, as they lived far away, but with each visit he became more and more interesting and fun and inspiring. For his third birthday I parodied a Van Morrison song for Sachio, and that's the first half of today's offering. In 2005 I made a CD of that song, and that CD still has a proud place in the upstairs bathroom of their home in Georgia. As I write this, Sachio is 24 and in hospice care, at home with his parents. His sister has come for the summer to be with them, along with her wife. I'm visiting every few weeks. In September 2025 Sachio was diagnosed with a Malignant Peripheral Nerve Sheath Tumor. It's a terribly aggressive cancer, which becomes so entangled in so many healthy organs that it becomes very hard to treat. Six months of chemo barely slowed its growth, and in April 2026 Sachio decided that quality of life was more important than quantity. I've written quite a bit about Sachio over the past year, but it was personal and not for public eyes or ears. Now it's fathers day weekend. I'm visiting with them in Georgia, and alternately feeling like it's good that I'm here, and then that I'm an additional burden being here, and then that it doesn't matter one way or the other. We keep breathing and watching tennis and watching world cup soccer and eating and sleeping... trying to keep this brave and doomed young man comfortable and comforted as the clock ticks. *** Sachio died at 4 am on Friday June 26, 2026. The hole he left is immeasurable. The second half of today's offering probably isn't comforting. I can do music pretty well, and I can do comedy pretty well... but neither seems to be of any value for my family (or for anyone else) in the face of incurable cancer. I've found that making things helps me process and deal with the pain and the isolation and the helplessness, so I've kept at it. It was helpful to me to make something "pretty" or "melodic" out of all this monumental unfairness. It was helpful to beat the hell out of the drums, and to turn this up really loud. And, having played it for a few close friends, I think it might actually have some merit. And maybe even some value for those who are grieving. Who knows? The main thing I've noticed is that pretty much anything is okay to say or do when the outcome is certain and awful. Very little judgement has been shown lately. So here goes. Sachio was violinist and a guitarist and a saxophonist and a singer. I wish I could say that we played music together, but for some reason that only happened a few times, very casually. We never composed anything together, and we never recorded anything. He played music with his sister, and with his father, and with his school orchestra, and later with his band "The Drapes." A few years ago I invited him and his band to come up to Nashville and do some recording, but that never happened. And that makes me profoundly sad. For this song, I composed the finger-picked instrumental bit upstairs in Sachio's room, while Sachio and his parents were sleeping in the basement room that had become Sachio's hospice ward. Sachio's room was (and will remain) full of his awards and sports posters and lots of things he'd collected in 24 years. As I worked on the song, I thought, "I'm in his bedroom, and he'll never see this room again." And I tried to put that big sadness into the music. In the original "Sachio" song from 2005, I enlisted the saxophone talents of Michael Duncan in Los Angeles. For the second, newer part, I wanted to have a violin, so I asked Tim Lorsch to provide that in Nashville, and he kindly agreed. Everything else you hear is me. Two individual songs compose this whole. My hope is that together they kind of bookend a life lived well, even if it was much too short. I hope people can relate to the pain and overwhelmingness of life and death, and that they think of the awesome gift that we all get for a short while. I hope the "god works in mysterious ways" people will see another perspective, as this song does not let any god off the hook. I hope this does something for someone. I'm just putting it all out there. Doing my best, whether it's sufficient or not. Many thanks to my brother Adam Goodie, his wife Chinami Goodie, their daughter Sara Goodie, and of course Sachio himself. You have each shown inspiring strength and love through all the good times and bad. You can see Sachio's obituary here. And you can see a video of this song, a slideshow, here. "Sachio" Music: Van Morrison Words, guitars, drums, bass, keyboards, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Saxophones: Michael Duncan "My Brother's Son" Music, words, guitars, pedal steel guitar, piano, bass, drums, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Violin: Tim Lorsch Helpful help: Stephen DeBonrepos and Niamh BagnellSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music