Parody of Summer Holiday, Build Me Up Buttercup, Girls Just
Posted: 04 Feb 2006, 20:38
Inspired by the above [now the previous], here's a reworking of the title song from Cliff Richard's other great musical film, Summer Holiday:
We're all going down a bladed corridor
No more safety for a scene or two
Stress and panic in the bladed corridor
If he says "Nasty!" after "Ooh"
Then our failure is true
We're going where the blades gleam brightly
We're going were the screen is blue
We know we must be spritely
Or our whole quest is through
Every Watcher loves the bladed corridor
Tension, shouting and then maybe "Phew!"
So we're going down the bladed corridor
It makes nightmares come true
For a scene or two
Help, I need the loo!
And here's my 'tribute' to Captain Nemanor, based on Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations:
Why are you such a bore (such a bore) Nemanor baby
You just sail around (sail around) and never find ground
And then worst of all (worst of all) a corridor maybe
Leads me to your ship (to your ship) - I'd rather be whipped
I hate you (I hate you) more than Birdseye or Janeway
I wish I could use a mine cart
What is more (what is more) Nemanor, your hat's a tart
I walked onto your deck and I thought, flipping heck
Where am I? Who is that imbecile? (ba-da-da)
Ridiculous beard and an accent so weird
It's not true - now you know how I feel
(Hey hey hey) baby baby, get a shave
Then go and find, your own astrolabe
(Hey hey hey) I've a quest
And it's not worth the stress
Working for you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why are you such a bore (such a bore) Nemanor baby
You just sail around (sail around) and never find ground
And then worst of all (worst of all) a corridor maybe
Leads me to your ship (to your ship) - I'd rather be whipped
I hate you (I hate you) more than Birdseye or Janeway
I wish I could use a mine cart
What is more (what is more) Nemanor, your hat's a tart
To you I'm a threat and I owe you a debt because I
Could be a stowaway (ba-da-da)
Elita's here too, I prefer her to you, can't you try
To please please go away?
(Hey hey hey) baby baby, get a shave
Then go and find, your own astrolabe
(Hey hey hey) I've a quest
And it's not worth the stress
Working for you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)...
[The following originally posted on Saturday 11 February 2006, 22:57; now amalgamated with previous post]
Gundrada and Mellisandre's drinking song, in honour of their favourite pub; based on Girls Just Want to Have Fun as famously sung by Cyndi Lauper:
I get caught in a set of stocks
Old Hordriss just stands there next to Merlin and mocks
I know you think I'm just a sword-wielding cur
'Cause girls they want the Heifer
Oh girls just want the Heifer
I fall down in the middle of the floor
Old Treguard asks, "Don't you want to dodge those trapdoors?"
Oh, DM dear, you know I thought you'd infer
That girls they want the Heifer
Oh girls just wanna quaff-
That's all they really want
To drink on
When the questing day's over
Oh girls just want the Heifer
Oh girls just want the Heifer
Girls, they want the
Want the Heifer, girls
Wanna quaff-
Some boys take a beautiful maid
And show her the birds and the bees in Wolfglade
I wanna be the one to drink 'til I slur
Oh girls they want the Heifer
Oh girls just wanna quaff...
We're all going down a bladed corridor
No more safety for a scene or two
Stress and panic in the bladed corridor
If he says "Nasty!" after "Ooh"
Then our failure is true
We're going where the blades gleam brightly
We're going were the screen is blue
We know we must be spritely
Or our whole quest is through
Every Watcher loves the bladed corridor
Tension, shouting and then maybe "Phew!"
So we're going down the bladed corridor
It makes nightmares come true
For a scene or two
Help, I need the loo!
And here's my 'tribute' to Captain Nemanor, based on Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations:
Why are you such a bore (such a bore) Nemanor baby
You just sail around (sail around) and never find ground
And then worst of all (worst of all) a corridor maybe
Leads me to your ship (to your ship) - I'd rather be whipped
I hate you (I hate you) more than Birdseye or Janeway
I wish I could use a mine cart
What is more (what is more) Nemanor, your hat's a tart
I walked onto your deck and I thought, flipping heck
Where am I? Who is that imbecile? (ba-da-da)
Ridiculous beard and an accent so weird
It's not true - now you know how I feel
(Hey hey hey) baby baby, get a shave
Then go and find, your own astrolabe
(Hey hey hey) I've a quest
And it's not worth the stress
Working for you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why are you such a bore (such a bore) Nemanor baby
You just sail around (sail around) and never find ground
And then worst of all (worst of all) a corridor maybe
Leads me to your ship (to your ship) - I'd rather be whipped
I hate you (I hate you) more than Birdseye or Janeway
I wish I could use a mine cart
What is more (what is more) Nemanor, your hat's a tart
To you I'm a threat and I owe you a debt because I
Could be a stowaway (ba-da-da)
Elita's here too, I prefer her to you, can't you try
To please please go away?
(Hey hey hey) baby baby, get a shave
Then go and find, your own astrolabe
(Hey hey hey) I've a quest
And it's not worth the stress
Working for you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)...
[The following originally posted on Saturday 11 February 2006, 22:57; now amalgamated with previous post]
Gundrada and Mellisandre's drinking song, in honour of their favourite pub; based on Girls Just Want to Have Fun as famously sung by Cyndi Lauper:
I get caught in a set of stocks
Old Hordriss just stands there next to Merlin and mocks
I know you think I'm just a sword-wielding cur
'Cause girls they want the Heifer
Oh girls just want the Heifer
I fall down in the middle of the floor
Old Treguard asks, "Don't you want to dodge those trapdoors?"
Oh, DM dear, you know I thought you'd infer
That girls they want the Heifer
Oh girls just wanna quaff-
That's all they really want
To drink on
When the questing day's over
Oh girls just want the Heifer
Oh girls just want the Heifer
Girls, they want the
Want the Heifer, girls
Wanna quaff-
Some boys take a beautiful maid
And show her the birds and the bees in Wolfglade
I wanna be the one to drink 'til I slur
Oh girls they want the Heifer
Oh girls just wanna quaff...