You're a Green One, Mickey G!
by kLyn
Written: December 2002 - December 2003
Email: klyn66@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Michael Guerin or the Roswell books and TV show. They belong to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. I'm only borrowing them.
I also don't own The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, which belongs to the estate of the late Theodore Geisel; the song You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, which belongs to composer Albert Hague and lyricist Theodore Geisel; or the Rockapella arrangement of the song, which belongs to Rockapella and Scott Leonard.
Distribution: Ask first, please.
Author's Notes: Just in time for Christmas, a plotless little parody of the Rockapella version of Dr. Seuss's 'You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.' Happy Holidays!
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You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You're a green one, Mickey G.
You fly a U.F.O.
You're as gentle as a jackass,
You're as cheerful as a crow.
Mickey G,
You're a Roswell rebel
With a hard row to hoe.
hard row to hoe
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You're a hybrid, Mickey G.
Your heart's a wall of stone.
Your DNA is stolen,
Your genetics are unknown.
Mickey G.
I wouldn't trust you or your
body-pierced and tattoo-clad clone.
You're a cold one, Mickey G.
You're a solid, stolid rock.
Your head is topped with unwashed hair
Your soul is under lock.
Mickey G.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Spike. Spark. Spock."
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
Spike. Spark. Spock.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You stole Maria's peace of mind
you stole Maria's car
you stole Maria's heart, you'll find,
who d'you think you are?
You're an orphan, Mickey G.
You've a tendency to roam.
You get all these freaky visions
Of a geodesic dome.
Mickey G.
And given the choice between your world and Earth
You wouldn't call this home sweet home.
You're a soldier, Mickey G.
You're the second-in-command.
Your powers aren't reliable,
Your passion's out-of-hand,
Mickey G.
Your soul is a perplexing mishmash overflowing
with the most acerbic assortment of personality
traits imaginable,
Longing for a Fantasyland.
Fantasyland.
Guerin
Michael Guerin
You are a green one Mickey G
~~~~~
by kLyn
Written: December 2002 - December 2003
Email: klyn66@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Michael Guerin or the Roswell books and TV show. They belong to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. I'm only borrowing them.
I also don't own The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, which belongs to the estate of the late Theodore Geisel; the song You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, which belongs to composer Albert Hague and lyricist Theodore Geisel; or the Rockapella arrangement of the song, which belongs to Rockapella and Scott Leonard.
Distribution: Ask first, please.
Author's Notes: Just in time for Christmas, a plotless little parody of the Rockapella version of Dr. Seuss's 'You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.' Happy Holidays!
~~~~~
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You're a green one, Mickey G.
You fly a U.F.O.
You're as gentle as a jackass,
You're as cheerful as a crow.
Mickey G,
You're a Roswell rebel
With a hard row to hoe.
hard row to hoe
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You're a hybrid, Mickey G.
Your heart's a wall of stone.
Your DNA is stolen,
Your genetics are unknown.
Mickey G.
I wouldn't trust you or your
body-pierced and tattoo-clad clone.
You're a cold one, Mickey G.
You're a solid, stolid rock.
Your head is topped with unwashed hair
Your soul is under lock.
Mickey G.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Spike. Spark. Spock."
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
Spike. Spark. Spock.
You are a green one, a teen E.T.
You stole Maria's peace of mind
you stole Maria's car
you stole Maria's heart, you'll find,
who d'you think you are?
You're an orphan, Mickey G.
You've a tendency to roam.
You get all these freaky visions
Of a geodesic dome.
Mickey G.
And given the choice between your world and Earth
You wouldn't call this home sweet home.
You're a soldier, Mickey G.
You're the second-in-command.
Your powers aren't reliable,
Your passion's out-of-hand,
Mickey G.
Your soul is a perplexing mishmash overflowing
with the most acerbic assortment of personality
traits imaginable,
Longing for a Fantasyland.
Fantasyland.
Guerin
Michael Guerin
You are a green one Mickey G
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