Life on Gallifrey, a doctor who fanfic

This is my first song.

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It's a god-awful small affair,

For the Doctor with brownish hair.

'Cos his companion is yelling no,

But the TARDIS has told him to go.

And his foe is no-where to be seen,

As he flies through a sunken dream.

He's at the place with the clearest view,

And he looks to the TARDIS screen.

But the journey's a saddening bore,

For his lived it ten times or more.

He can spit in the eyes of fools,

Now they ask him to focus on

A spaceship, crashing into Big Ben.

Oh man, look at those Slitheen go,

It's the freakiest show.

Take a look at the Daleks, exterminating humans.

Oh man, wonder if they'll ever know,

The Doctor'll search high and low.

Is there life on Gallifrey?

It's one the Face of Boe's tortured brow,

That all his children have grown up as cows.

Now the aliens have struck for fame,

'Cos the TARDIS's on sale again.

See the Autons in their million hoards,

From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads.

And Skaro, it is out of bounds,

To the Doctor and companions.