M.R.D.: I've decided to do a parody of 'The Night Santa Went Crazy', even
though it is March.
Weird Al: So, you want me to do a Parody about Rahne from X-Men, going crazy because she was taken out of the show.
M.R.D.: Yep!
Weird Al: What do I get?
M.R.D.: I got gum.
Weird Al: Is it spearmint?
M.R.D.: Yep!
Weird Al: I'm in!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic.
Down in the institute all the Mutans were training
They were all stuck inside for it was raining
When Rahne busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in her hands and Scotch on her breath
From her neck to her shoes she was covered with ammo
Like a Scottish drunk disgruntled Mutant Rambo
And she smiled and said, with a twinkle in his eye,
"Happy days to you all, now you're all gonna die!"
The night Rahne went crazy
The night Wolfsbane went insane
Realized she'd been cut a her deal
Something finally must have snapped in her brain
Well, the institute is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Beast and Gambit
And she tied up her teacher and he held them all hostage
And he ground up poor Blob into a big sausage
She got Storm and Logan with an Kurt's German Luger
And she slashed up Magneto just like Freddie Krueger
And she picked up a flamethrower and barbecued Warren
And she took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Rahne went crazy
The night Wofsbane went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the Beyville
Without steppin' in Mutant guts
There's the National Guard and the F. B. I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Rahne, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a happy girl
Yes, Wanda, now Rahne's doing time
In a federal prison for her infamous crime
Hey, Rahne fans, now don't you cry no more tears
She'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Kitty's in therapy and Pryo's still nervous
And the B-Hood all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Xavier; he's on the phone every night
With his lawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're talkin 'bout the night Rahne went crazy
The night Wolfsbane flipped
Broke her back for some sooty background shots
Sounds to me like she was tired of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Rahne went crazy
The night Wolfsbane went insane
Realized she'd been cut from her deal
Something finally must have snapped in her brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in her brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in her brain
M.R.D.: Well, I couldn't think of anything to put in the 'National Gourd' part. Oh well.
Weird Al: So, you want me to do a Parody about Rahne from X-Men, going crazy because she was taken out of the show.
M.R.D.: Yep!
Weird Al: What do I get?
M.R.D.: I got gum.
Weird Al: Is it spearmint?
M.R.D.: Yep!
Weird Al: I'm in!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic.
Down in the institute all the Mutans were training
They were all stuck inside for it was raining
When Rahne busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in her hands and Scotch on her breath
From her neck to her shoes she was covered with ammo
Like a Scottish drunk disgruntled Mutant Rambo
And she smiled and said, with a twinkle in his eye,
"Happy days to you all, now you're all gonna die!"
The night Rahne went crazy
The night Wolfsbane went insane
Realized she'd been cut a her deal
Something finally must have snapped in her brain
Well, the institute is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Beast and Gambit
And she tied up her teacher and he held them all hostage
And he ground up poor Blob into a big sausage
She got Storm and Logan with an Kurt's German Luger
And she slashed up Magneto just like Freddie Krueger
And she picked up a flamethrower and barbecued Warren
And she took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Rahne went crazy
The night Wofsbane went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the Beyville
Without steppin' in Mutant guts
There's the National Guard and the F. B. I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Rahne, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a happy girl
Yes, Wanda, now Rahne's doing time
In a federal prison for her infamous crime
Hey, Rahne fans, now don't you cry no more tears
She'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Kitty's in therapy and Pryo's still nervous
And the B-Hood all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Xavier; he's on the phone every night
With his lawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're talkin 'bout the night Rahne went crazy
The night Wolfsbane flipped
Broke her back for some sooty background shots
Sounds to me like she was tired of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Rahne went crazy
The night Wolfsbane went insane
Realized she'd been cut from her deal
Something finally must have snapped in her brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in her brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in her brain
M.R.D.: Well, I couldn't think of anything to put in the 'National Gourd' part. Oh well.