Seventy Six Phangirls


AN: (A) I've decided...decided...I'm going to alternate the order of my parodies: old parody-new parody-old-new-old-new. 'Cos I've gotten several requests and a dare. Thank you. -steps off soapbox-

(B) This is a song parody of "Seventy Six Trombones" from "The Music Man."

Disclaimer: I own it! Yes, you heard me right! I own it!..It is mine, my my own, my precioussss...It is mine, I tell you, moohahahahahaha! Ooh, look, nice men in white coats!


Seventy six phangirls led the big parade

With a hundred and ten more girls close at hand.

They were followed by rows and rows of phanwriters with phics and prose,

the cream of ev'ry Poto-infested land.

xxx

Seventy six Leroux-purists shunned the morning sun,

With a hundred and ten Gerik-glompers right behind.

There were more than a thousand squees springing up like weeds,

there were Kay-lovers of ev'ry shape and kind.

xxx

There were punjab-toting fophunters marching down,

thundering, thundering, all along the way.

Ballet rat and soprano wannabe's,

each wannabe having her big loud say.

There were fifty Mary Sues in the battery,

Thundering, thundering, louder than before.

Fluff writers of eve'ry size andmorbid ones who'd improvise

Making the Poto experience even better than before.

xxx

Seventy six phangirls led the big parade,

when the order to march rang out loud and clear.

Starting off with a big orchestra blast that'll surely last,

And they all gave a loud squee and a cheer.

xxx

Seventy six phangirls hit the counter point,

while a hundred and ten more lasses punched the air.

Then I modestly took my place, took the lead with grace,

and we chased the Phantom down the square.