The Pink Comet and the Cork Notice Board
- In the style of Grease The Musical
Pink comet, you saw me playing GTAIV alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a mountain bike of my own.
Pink comet, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A mountain bike I really could care for.
And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'ooga booga'
But when I looked, that comet had turned to a cork notice board!
Oh oh oh...
Pink comet, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a cork notice board of my own.
You better shape up,
'Cause I need a mountain bike,
And instead I got a cork notice board.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this cork notice board and me are through!
We go together,
Like Dylan Moran and Bill Bailey, Like Bill Bailey and Dylan Moran.
Remembered forever,
As lousy lousy lousy lazy-lazy boom de boom de boom.
Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Where do all the calculators go when they die?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the cork notice board a joke?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding mountain bike?
Playing GTAIV dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those playing GTAIV nights.
Generated on 03/04/2009 02:59 by Why so serious?
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