Hi guys!
Ok, this parody-thingy came about one Friday after school. My school gets out at 3:30, and my dad gets off at 4. He usually picks my brother up, and then me, since he works downtown, where our schools are, and our schools are only, like, two blocks away. However, he didn't come until, like 4:45. I was all alone, and it was hot. I started singing Tango:Maureen, but, in my anger and frustration, I ended up changing some words around.

The basic story, is Caitlin is waiting for her dad with a nearly dead cell. Her ex-boyfriend, Jake, is still there, and, since he can drive, offers her a ride. (Note- Caitlin's wearing Crocs, so her her feet are sweating like crap.)
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The Tango: High School

(The parking lot outside of a large high school. Caitlin is pacing nervously, clutching a nearly-dead cell phone in her hand, her dark blue crocs squeaking when she turns, and her hair pulled messily up off of her neck. Jake walks up, somewhat nervously, and clears his throat. Catilin stops pacing and looks at him)

Caitlin: (venomously) Jake...

Jake: Uh...hi.

C:
(turns her back to him) I told you we were through.

J:
I know, but, can I offer you a ride, since I'm here, and your dad's not?

C:
He's on his way...

J:
Great! Well, I'll see ya...

C:
Wait! (turns to look at him) He's three hours late...

J:
(Looks at watch) 30 minutes...

C:
Whatever...
My father's been delayed
By my brother...

J:
There's another way…(uncomfortable with silence from her)
Say something...
Anything.

C:
(Jumping angrily down the steps with each word)
When. Will. He. Come!

J:
(hangs head) Anything but...that

C:
It's so hot

J:
It's hot

C:
Very hot

J:
Fuckin' hot

C:
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do
Fighting with Tom and Drew
Sweating lakes in my shoes
And to top it all off...
I'm with you

J:
Feel like going insane
Gotta fire in your brain
And your thinking of drinking gasoline?

C:
As a matter of fact...

J:
Honey, I know this act
It's called, the Tango: High School
The Tango: High School!
It's a dark, dizzy, merry-go-round
As they keep you dangling...

C:
You're wrong...

J:
You're grades they are mangling...

C:
It's different with me...

J:
And you toss and you turn,
'Cause the stress, it can burn;
Yet you yearn, and you churn, and rebound...

C:
I think I know what you mean...

Both:
The Tango: High School!

J:
Have you ever pouted your lips,
And begged for...one A?

C:
Oh, yes.

J:
Have you ever doubted a Quiz or two?

C:
This is…spooky
Do you swoon when they hand back your grades?

J:
Every time, so be...cautious.

C:
Do you moon over other A's?

J:
More than moon...

C:
I'm getting...nauseous.

(They, strangely, begin to tango, with Jake leading)

J:
Where'd you learn to tango?

C:
With the dance teacher, Mr. Moore, in his classroom at break. And you?

J:
With Mrs. King, the drama teacher after school three weeks ago. (They switch, and Caitlin leads) It's hard to do this backwards.

C:
You should try it in crocs! (They dance for a while, until their faces are inches apart. Caitlin pulls away quickly)
I cheated!

J:
You cheated?

C:
Jake, I cheated!

J:
Fuckin' cheated!

C:
I'm defeated
I should give up right now.

J:
(puts an arm around her shoulder.)
Gotta look on the bright side
With all of your might...

C:
(breaks away and turns to look at him, despair written all over her face)
I'd fall for it still anyhow!

B:
When you're dancing its dance,
You don't stand a chance
The grip of the grade makes you fall!

J:
So ya' think, 'Might as well...'

C:
'...Dance a tango to Hell...'

B:
'...At least I'll have tangoed at all.'
The Tango:High School!
Gotta dance till your teachers are through!
You pretend to believe them!
'Cause, till the end, you can't leave them!
But the end it will come,
Still ya' have to play dumb,
Till you're glum, and you bum, and turn blue!

J:
Why do they love when we're mean?

C:
But they can be so obscene...

J:
(hands her a cell phone battery.)
Here, try this. (Caitlin replaces the battery, and the phone instantly rings. She answers it.)

C:
(Into the phone)
Daddy, I'm...pause...POOKIE! Oh, no. NEVER call me "Pookie" again!...(looks at Jake) Forget it. I got a ride. (hangs up)

B:
The Tango...High School! (Walk hand-in-hand to Jake's car and leave)
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So, what'd ya' think? I know it was kinda random, but, it was Friday, and hot, and I was pissed at my dad for being late.

Please review.