Disclaimer- Transformers ©Hasbro and I don't own any of the music used. The song belongs to Tim McGraw.
Warning- Crack, AU. The reason for the AU is because in my twisted little mind, the 'Cons and Autobots get along.
A/N- I think that this is going to be a series of songficlets. I've got a few lined up, but to start things off, I think I'll have 'Hide do the honors.
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Jazz grinned at Sideswipe. "A karaoke machine? How did you manage to find one our size?" he asked, eyeing the huge machine.
"I didn't. 'Jack built it." Sideswipe said, untangling a set of cords. "The way I figure, we may as well have some fun. Since the 'Cons have stopped attacking, and we've got something of a truce, why not have a little fun?"
"Cool. Maybe I can convince Prowler to sing with me." Jazz said, watching as Sideswipe plugged the machine in, cringing as he did so. When the machine didn't explode, he relaxed. "Are ya gonna sing?"
"Yeah. So is 'Hide. He called first dibs." Sideswipe said, dusting his hands off.
Sunstreaker came into the room, a 50 gallon drum over his shoulder. Jazz gave the gold twin a curious look.
Sunstreaker grinned. "Home-brewed high-grade."
As the mechs filed into the room, Sunny set the drum down and turned his attention to the machine. "Siders, do you know how to work that?"
"Yep. 'Jack explained it to me." Sideswipe said, twisting a knob here, and tugging on a lever there.
"If you're sure. I don't want 'Hide blowing your head off because it exploded during his song." Sunstreaker said, eyeing his brother.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sunny." Sideswipe said sourly. He hit a button and a guitar began playing.
Ironhide strode up onto the make-shift stage, and grabbed the mike.
Girl you've never known no one like me
Up there in your high society
They might tell you I'm no good
Girl they need to understand
Just who I am
I may be a real bad boy
But baby I'm a real good man
I may drink too much and play too loud
Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd
That don't mean I don't respect
My Mama or my Uncle Sam
Yes sir, yes ma'am
I may be a real bad boy
But baby I'm a real good man
I might have a reckless streak
At least a country-mile wide
If you're gonna run with me
It's gonna be a wild ride
When it comes to loving you
I've got velvet hands
I'll show you how a real bad boy
Can be a real good man
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe exchanged glances with Jazz.
Jazz shrugged. "Hey, if the shoe fits, and in this case, I think it does. A little too well."
I take all the good times I can get
I'm too young for growing up just yet
Ain't much I can promise you
'Cept to do the best I can
I'll be damned
I may be a real bad boy
But baby I'm a real good man
I may be a real bad boy
Oh but baby I'm a real good man
Yes I am
Ironhide finished the song and bowed. The room exploded with applause, most of it coming from the mini-bots.
Optimus grinned at his old friend as Ironhide sat down with a cube of the Twin's home brew. "Well done, Ironhide."
Ironhide grinned back. "Thanks. Jazz ain't the only one with musical talent around here."