The Lumberjack Song~ Star Warsised. 2/2
Author: Lesietta Wehs aka LP
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah. You know who and what I don't own and make no money off of.
Note: Pleaaase no flames on Obi-Wan cross dressing, being a drag queen, whatever. Its how the song GOES. So it you don't like it, keep your opinions to yourself. And also on Anakin where he signs the letter.
The Lumberjack Song from "Monty Python's Flying Circus" is in several skits.
This is continued from The Dead Qom Qae Sketch ½. I strongly suggest reading it first.
Obi-wan: ... I never wanted to do this job in the first place!
Obi-Wan: I... I wanted to be...
Obi-Wan: A LUMBERJACK!
(piano vamp)
Obi-Wan: (now singing) Leaping from tree to tree!
As they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! With my best girl by my side! (He grabs a terrified Amidala)
The Larch!
The Pine!
The Giant Redwood tree!
The Sequoia!
The Little Whopping Rule Tree!
We'd sing! Sing! Sing!
Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day.
CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to teach Anakin. (well, he is his Jedi Master)
On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea.
Jedis: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch, He goes to teach Anakin.
On Wednesdays' 'e goes shoppin' And has buttered scones for tea.
CHORUS I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing, And hang around in bars.
Jedis: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing And hangs around.... In bars???????
CHORUS I chop down trees, I wear high heels,
Suspendies and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie Just like my dear papa.
Jedis: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels
Suspendies?? and a .... a Bra????
(spoken, raggedly) What's this? Wants to be a *girlie*?
Oh, My! And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!
CHORUS All: He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaaaayyy.....
(BONG)
Sound Cue: The Liberty Bell March, by John Phillip Sousa.
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Dear Sir,
I wish to complain on the stronglyest possible terms about the previous entry in this file about the lumberjack who wears womens' clothes. Some of my best friends are lumberjacks, and only a FEW of them are transvestites.
Yours faithfully, Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Mrs.
P.S. I have never kissed the editor of the radio times.