Disclaimer: If writing parodies to songs that are older than dirt is illegal, than go ahead and shoot me.

We Three Teens

Original Song: We Three Kings

We three teens of Marching Band are

Trying to go to camp in one car.

It was loaded, our map corroded

And now we don't know where we are.

Oh-No!

He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,

And I'm the one who drives, alright?!

While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding

God! It has to be in sight!

The girl is one that I have known well

Years ago I made her life Hell.

Punching, Kicking, Slapping, Screeching,

And now we are friends, it's swell!

Oh-No!

He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,

And I'm the one who drives, alright?!

While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding

God! It has to be in sight!

He's the one who plays the Trombone

And for a while, he did play alone.

He keeps wooing and wants some screwing

He says he can make a girl moan.

Oh-No!

He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,

And I'm the one who drives, alright?!

While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding

God! It has to be in sight!

I am called the Goddess of Pit

With some sticks, the bells I do hit

Freshies bowing, Parents 'wowing'

Everyone else is shit.

Oh-No!

He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,

And I'm the one who drives, alright?!

While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding

God! It has to be in sight!

Someday soon I hope to get there

How it's done, I really don't care.

Driving, Flying, Boating, DYING

All this is too much to bear.

Oh-No!

He's horn-y, Her shirt's too tight,

And I'm the one who drives, alright?!

While they're 'reading', I'm proceeding

God! It has to be in sight!

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Anyone who reads this and enjoys this has to be insane. Just like me.