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Ironic (Weiß Style)
Schu: Hi! Welcome to Parodies with Schwarz! Weiß isn't here at the moment, so we'll be singing you a little song we dedicated to them! *evil grin*
Farfie: It hurts God...*a little hurt himself, emotionally, not physically* but Crawford won't sing with us.
Schu : What! I thought we had him...oh...Nagi, he's trying to get out the window again. *Crawford comes floating in the room, Nagi close behind* Thanks. Okay everybody!
(All singing, but Crawford) : An old man turned 68, Became Prime Minister, died in a few days. A katana went through him straight. I guess he dodged Aya, two seconds too late. And isn't it ironic, don't you think?
Schu: Crawford, you're not singing! It's like rain when you're feeling sad It's Aya trying to kill Omi's dad. It's the support of Weiß, when anyone's sad. And who would've thought...*shoves Crawford forward, who is none too happy*
Crawford: ...it figures. *grumbling under his breath* I knew I should have left early this morning.
Nagi: I wrote this verse! Come on Brad, you promised!
Little Omi-kun asked who am I? Almost killed his brother and began to cry. Never knowing he's Reiji's son his whole damn life. And as the truth crashed down he thought Well isn't this nice? And isn't it ironic...don't you think?
(Chorus *Crawford still being shoved forward during his little part*)
*suddenly all the people Weiß has killed rise up to sing their two cents worth*
Yeah and Weiß has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think
that your plot's okay and everything's going right.
Yeah Weiß has a funny way of taking you out and you know everything's
gone wrong and bugnuks are in your face.
*dead people once again die. Farf stand mesmerized*
Farf: *awed* That hurt God.
All (even Crawford):
Teaching soccer kids, Ken can no longer play. A no smoking sign on Youji's cigarette break.
Schu: Yay! Brad's singing! It's like ten thousand spoons against Farfie's knife. *Farfie cackles madly, continuing through the rest of the song* Omi meets the girl of his dreams And she's his sister...right. And isn't it ironic...don't you think? A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think
(Chorus)
Crawford: We're not doing that again.
Farfie: Repeating things over and over hurts God. *Runs off screaming song at the top of his lungs*
Ironic (Weiß Style)
Schu: Hi! Welcome to Parodies with Schwarz! Weiß isn't here at the moment, so we'll be singing you a little song we dedicated to them! *evil grin*
Farfie: It hurts God...*a little hurt himself, emotionally, not physically* but Crawford won't sing with us.
Schu : What! I thought we had him...oh...Nagi, he's trying to get out the window again. *Crawford comes floating in the room, Nagi close behind* Thanks. Okay everybody!
(All singing, but Crawford) : An old man turned 68, Became Prime Minister, died in a few days. A katana went through him straight. I guess he dodged Aya, two seconds too late. And isn't it ironic, don't you think?
Schu: Crawford, you're not singing! It's like rain when you're feeling sad It's Aya trying to kill Omi's dad. It's the support of Weiß, when anyone's sad. And who would've thought...*shoves Crawford forward, who is none too happy*
Crawford: ...it figures. *grumbling under his breath* I knew I should have left early this morning.
Nagi: I wrote this verse! Come on Brad, you promised!
Little Omi-kun asked who am I? Almost killed his brother and began to cry. Never knowing he's Reiji's son his whole damn life. And as the truth crashed down he thought Well isn't this nice? And isn't it ironic...don't you think?
(Chorus *Crawford still being shoved forward during his little part*)
*suddenly all the people Weiß has killed rise up to sing their two cents worth*
Yeah and Weiß has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think
that your plot's okay and everything's going right.
Yeah Weiß has a funny way of taking you out and you know everything's
gone wrong and bugnuks are in your face.
*dead people once again die. Farf stand mesmerized*
Farf: *awed* That hurt God.
All (even Crawford):
Teaching soccer kids, Ken can no longer play. A no smoking sign on Youji's cigarette break.
Schu: Yay! Brad's singing! It's like ten thousand spoons against Farfie's knife. *Farfie cackles madly, continuing through the rest of the song* Omi meets the girl of his dreams And she's his sister...right. And isn't it ironic...don't you think? A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think
(Chorus)
Crawford: We're not doing that again.
Farfie: Repeating things over and over hurts God. *Runs off screaming song at the top of his lungs*