My conversation with my awzum friend, Jade:
Auto: Please give me a topic.
Jade: Pancakes!
I wanted to write something fun and awzum. I hope it's like that. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or the real lyrics for the song that is mentioned at the bottom. Warning: minimal curse word.
Dedicated to Jade. :D
PaN KaxeS
Wake up in the morning feeling oh so hungry
(Hey yeah, it's Winry).
Grab my wrench, I'm out the door, and gonna hit the kitchen
(I'm hungry).
And then I find Edward fighting with a rubber chicken
'Cause it had the dumb spatula under its wing well hidden.
I'm asking: What was he up to cooking
That it smells so inviting
And that I feel like biting?
I bet it's something that tastes so sweet
that I just can't wait to eat.
I wonder if the toy is beat…en.
There's syrup on the table.
Edward, come on, hurry up.
Right now 'cause I'm starving
and my stomach is growling.
Pancakes on the pan.
Breakfast time is at hand, oh, oohh, oh, oh, oohh.
Ain't got a care in the world because I'm oh so hungry
And my wrench is in my pocket in case this is not dandy.
And now, Edward's standing near me watching out if I hit him,
but I'll kick his ass if the pancakes aren't the way that I like 'em.
I noticed him cover his forehead;
The boy's tryin' to protect it.
Gonna smack him if his food's not worth it.
Now, now, I try the very first piece
Only to have the broken peace, peace
by a monster truck, truck
Driven by Mustang.
There's spilled syrup on the table
And my breakfast is trashed
Because of the Colonel
Who spread his tire tracks.
Pancakes on the floor
Breakfast time is out the door, oh, oohh, oh, oh, oohh.
Edward, you cooked them up,
Roy broke them down,
my stomach growls.
Yeah, I'm hungry.
With my wrench up,
You know I'll throw,
You'll get a bruise,
Yeah, you're paying.
Edward, you cooked them up,
Roy broke them down,
my stomach growls.
Yeah, I'm hungry.
With my wrench up,
You'll get beat up,
You'll get beat up.
Now, breakfast will resume because I want PANCAKES!
Now, Roy is knocked out
Under the tree that has the swing
That we played on when we were young
But now we're twenty-three.
Pancakes are everywhere,
but I won't pick them up, no, oh, oohh, oh, ooh.
There's syrup on the table.
Edward, come on, hurry up.
Right now 'cause I'm starving
and my stomach is growling.
Pancakes on the pan.
Breakfast time is at hand, oh, oohh, oh, oh, oohh.
In case you all didn't notice, it's a parody for the song Tik Tok by Ke$ha. R/R,plz. Support is love.
-Auto-