This is a song parody based on Bowling for Soup's 1985. I hope you like it and I hope you review. Enjoy!
Erik just hit the wall
He never had it all.
Morphine everyday
Someday he'll make them pay.
His life went out the door
When he turned thirty-four
Since his angel ran
What happened to his plan?
He was gonna be a
singer
He was gonna be a star
He was gonna compose an
opera
And go really far.
All his memories
Are now the enemies
Looks at his miserable
life
And nothing has been
all right
Since
Don Juan, Il Muto,
Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and
Notes
Music still inside his
soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's
a danger,
But he's too
preoccupied with 18…18…1875.
He knows all the
classics.
He knows every line.
Il Muto, Hannibal,
Even Masquerade.
He sang with Christine,
Not a big Piangi fan.
Hoped he'd get with
her
Until the fop showed
up.
Wears an awesome black
cloak.
Wait, why's Christine dancin' in the ballet?
When did fantasy become
reality?
Whatever happened to
César, gold
arms,
Behind the magic
mirror.
Don Juan, Il Muto,
Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and
Notes
Music still inside his
soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's
a danger,
But he's too
preoccupied with 18…18…1875.
He hates time.
Make it stop.
When did Fop de Chagny
Steal Christine's
heart?
And when did Carlotta
Become a singer?
Please make her
stop…stop…stop!
And bring back
Don Juan, Il Muto,
Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and
Notes
Music still inside his
soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's
a danger,
But he's too
preoccupied with 18…18…1875.
Don Juan, Il Muto,Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and
Notes
Music still inside his
soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's
a danger,
But he's too
preoccupied with 18…18…1875.