Lord Vetinari, Meet George Dubya

by Twist

FINISHED The story people have clamoring for ever since my first Disc fic. Well, perhaps not clamoring. Anyway, some Good Omens is included as well as some SNL characters. Please put your trays in an upright and locked position and enjoy.

9. Goodies

Goodies . . . Hehehe.

By: Twist and her many insane amigas

(1) A couple of songs my friends and I wrote in all of hyperness. This first one was sung for the first time ever by my friend, whose penname is Kedavra. It must be sung like you are, and this I have trouble saying without turning red, constipated. The words or portions thereof in brackets must be dragged out. For example: [Texas] would be Teeeeeeeeeeeeeexas. I just didn't feel like typing multiple letters. Also, at the end of every line, you must gasp for air. It makes it sound funnier. Have fun!

I'm movin' to Texas next [month].

And I'm eatin' [ribs] for [lunch].

I ain't eatin' no hot dogs or [fries].

'Cause they'll clod my arteries and I'll [die].

Yers, I'm [movin'] to [Texas] next [month].

(2) The second song in our little archive. It's also the last. *sigh* We made this up after our school's awards assembly and stormed into the Fudrucker's singing it. We also put our names in as things like 'Shanana', but that's irrelevant. So, this song is to be sung to the tune of 'Jesus Loves Me.' Here we go.

George Bush loves me,

This I know.

For the Congress tells me so.

Americans to him belong,

For we are weak,

But he is st-r[ong]!

Yes, George Bush loves me!

Yes, George Bush loves me!

Yes, George Bush loves me!

The Congress tells me so!

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I love you all very much, so don't do drugs and stay in school! I'll be back! *evil laugh*