Right… this is pure lunacy done without even the lyrics on the most part. Sad thing is, I can remember song lyrics… oh dear. But why can’t I remember the laws of indices??? This is dedicated to everyone’s favourite weasel and was originally an Oasis song… She’s Electric, me thinks. Ta for the lyrics, Mishbod, but never gotta chance to looksee. Ahh, the life of the net-refugee… ahhhhhh.
And does this mark a return to form (what form???) me hopes so!!! Y’all head for the baseships… come on, maybe the Tok’ra will help…
He’s Demented.
**Sung by the REAL god of the Stargate universe (apart from me, OC…
) Jack. All bow down before Jack. In fact, stop looking at him, he’s mine! Mine, I tell you! MINE!!!**
He’s demented,
Works for people with dodgy incentives,
He’s done things we’ve all hated,
And I want him dead.
When he moves, it’s Rhichter,
He’s got where he is by kissin’ mikta,
I wanna pop him like a blister, (ewww!)
But Hammond won’t let me.
And I want you to know,
Wanna blow him up now,
And those NID swine.
And what’s that we say;
That we’ll all slay him,
One at a time…
The air’ll turn blue,
You’ll hear a scream-
As I get my hands on dear Harry,
Lots of blood and lots of goo,
When I whump on Maybourne,
When I whump that little screw.
He’s a mother- (fill in as appropriate…)
We don’t get on with one another,
He’s just a big pile of blubber,
And in his bed he does pee,
He’s no alien lover,
He’d cut ‘em and be the end of ‘em,
He’d even put ‘em in the oven,
But that’s just in the NID.
And I want you to know,
That he’ll soon be praying,
Don’t need reasons to hit his hide.
And I want you to pay,
Do you know what I’m saying?
Zat you one more…
If I weren’t in SG-1 and a Colonel here,
It’d be more than words you’d need to fear,
Lots and lots to do to you,
When I get my hands on, when I get my hands on you!!!
What say the Lords and Ladies of Filk???
