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sappatoti -> RE: Do Not Post On This Thread! (12/7/2007 12:23:13 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Aylee
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ORIGINAL: sappatoti
I was waiting for that response...
Yes, I know what filk is. I screwed up and used the wrong term. And, before I could edit it to fix it before you saw it, this site and my browser had issues with each other. There I admitted I screwed up... even admitted that I tried to cover it up. I've been caught red-handed.
So... punish me.
Yeah, yeah, I know that what was going on was not actual filk. But I was pretty impressed.
Punish you? Hmmmm. . .
Post the lyrics of your favorite filk song.
'Tis a tough punishment... to pick a favorite. Well, I figured since it was Christmas time, I'd post one to celebrate the season with. Here's a catchy little piece of filk from Babylon 5, sung to the tune of "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer." Enjoy...
Ivanova Got Run Over by a Vorlon
Chorus:
Ivanova got run over by a Vorlon,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as First Ones,
But as for me and Marcus, we believe.
She'd been drinking too much wodka,
And we begged her not to go,
But she forgot to sign her contract,
So she staggered out into the Zocalo.
When we found her Christmas morning,
At the scene of the attack,
There were flashburns on her forehead,
And incriminating Kosh marks on her back.
Chorus
Now, we're all so proud of Marcus,
He was never one to moon,
you can hear him in the rec room
Practicing Minbari pike with Aelit Neroon.
It's not Christmas without Susan,
All the PsyCorp's dressed in black,
And we just can't help but wonder,
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Chorus
Now the Flarn is on the table,
And the Grog shipped in from Down,
And the glossy purple candles
That would just have matched the silk in Susan's gown.
I warned all the alien ambassadors,
Better watch out for yourselves!
They should never give a license
To a man who drives a squid and wears a shell.
Chorus
Sing it, Marcus!
Marcus: Ivanova got run over by a Vorlon -- and when I catch up to him, I'll rip him a new -- whatever Vorlons have!
Chorus
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