((Author's note: It's that time of year again! I've written two more MP-ized songs, but only three verses each. Maybe that means more for your money!))
Disclaimer: Monty Python belongs to Monty Python. If I met a Monty Python, I would die. If I died, I couldn't write any more songs. So, let's keep those Monty Pythons away from me, eh?
God rest thee, Monty PythonsGod rest thee, Monty Pythons
Leave none in London sane
Remember once you were a show
Upon the BBC
You save us all from funny jokes
With not-so-funny ends
Oh tidings of nudges and winks
Nudges and winks
Oh tidings of nudges and winks
In Great Britain a mystery
Is waiting to unfold
The people there are wondering
Where did the pet store go?
Some say the owner ran away
Became a lumberjack
Oh tidings of trees and dead parrots
Trees and dead parrots!
Oh tidings of trees and dead parrots!
From Eric Idle, crazy man,
A masterpiece is born
He made that movie Holy Grail
Into a musicalSome people in the U.S. laughed
And some said 'what the crap?'
But that didn't stop the hoards of patrons
No—it did not!
No, it didn't stop the hoards of patrons, no!
((A/N: This chapter has been corrected.))