Authors note- This is my first song-fic and I hope ya'll like it because I'm hoping to good some good reviews for this. This song is definitely my favourite so I put it first, and…I guess that's about it. LXG and the song do not belong to me. Enjoy…
P.S- This is rewritten a little bit because I thought it was a little messy compared to the other chapters..
On the top deck of the nautilus, the league waits for the solar panels to charge up.
'Do you want to learn how to shoot?' Quatermain asked, turning to the spy. Tom grinned, replying 'I can already.' The hunter raised an eyebrow. 'Yes, I saw. Very American. Fire enough bullets and hope to hit the target. Let me tell you something…
Quatermain:
My shooting brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
but I have to charge
The others began to watch this unusual performance as Sawyer began to back away slowly…
Quatermain:
I know you want it,
the thing that makes me,
what the guys despise me for.
They lose their minds,
the way I wind,
I think its time
la la-la la la,
fire it up.
lala-lalala,
the league is waiting
My shooting brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
but I have to charge
I can see you're on it,
you want me to teach you
techniques for a perfect shot,
it can't be bought,
just know, thieves get caught,
watch if your smart,
la la-la la la,
fire it up,
la la-la la la,
the league is waiting,
My shooting brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
but I have to charge
Once you get involved,
everyone will look this way-so,
you must maintain your arm,
same time maintain your halo,
just get the perfect blend,
plus what you have within,
then next his eyes are squint,
while hyde picks up his scent,
lala-lalala,
fire it up,
lala-lalala,
the boys are waiting,
My shooting brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
but I have to charge
Quatermain opened the door and went below deck, leaving a bewildered Tom on the deck, who could utter only one word- 'riiiiight..'
