Disclaimer: Despite begging and pleading I still don't own Phantom of the Opera. Neither do I own Will Smith or Jazz. Though I do own a mini Will Smith as a 'MIB' doll that came free with a happy-meal a few years ago….
Authorette's note: Okay, fine: I've cheated. I've chosen a rap so that I can alter the syllable pattern, basically it works if you say 'opera' using two syllables like 'op-ra' then well… just say it quickly and keep it under your fedora. This is a parody of Will Smith's 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air', the theme tune to the show with the same name. How I loved that show was I was little…..
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The Fresh Phantom
This is a song fic all about how
My life got
messed up all the way round
And I want to take a minute
Just
stand punjabed right there
I'll tell you how I became the Phantom of the Opera Populaire
In a town near Rouen born and raised
In the attic
was where I spent most of my days
Composin', drawin', makin'
mirrors real well
And singin' like an angel struck down from
hell
When my mum met this guy
She became his own
But he
tried to send me off to a mental home
These boys killed my dog and
my mum got scared
I ran off, found the travelin' gypsies and met
Nadir
I when to Persia for a coupla years
Me an' my
Punjab became the Shah in Shah's greatest fear
He tried to get
killed but I didn't care
I escaped to Paris, built a house in
the Opera Populaire
I started hauntin' the place about
1888
Breedin' fear and maybe a bit of hate
I'd created my
own kingdom
I was firmly there
To stay as the Phantom of the
Opera Populaire