Page 2 (songs 15-30)
Deja Is Just Useless
Thingie
Hullo Little Thingie
Our Favourite Things
The Mouse Song
Thing A Thong Of Thingies
Ms. Anna Phylactic To The Emergency Ward
Please
Thing A Thong Of Thixpence
Free Bird!
Tim Tam Song Revisited
Bad Stage Musical Ideas
Tim Taminey
Thingies of Penzance
Deja Is Just Useless - Doc Vacation
(sung to "Sucide is painless")
Through early morning fog I see,
Visions of the thingies and me,
The threads that were and that will be,
I realize and I can see...That deja is just useless
I raise my voice in protest
that I can't get my usenet when I pleaseI try to find a way to make,
refresh the page, but it's to late,
the server's down and I curse fate,
But now I know that it's too late, and...deja is just useless
I raise my voice in protest
that I can't get my usenet when I pleaseI'm disconnected on Tuesday,
I try remarq, but there's no way.
it's firewalled to my dismay,
So this is all I have to say.deja is just useless
I raise my voice in protest
that I can't get my usenet when I please
Thingie - Rev. NightWalker and NightCassie
[as sung to 'Stalker' by Covenant]
In alt.fan you pass among
the FanBoys of the world
Paying tribute to the man
who wrote the books you follow
You read the Semi-Monthly
and lurk among the threads
Posting every day
Reading every night<chorus>
I see the Thingie in your posts
The 'net-FoG in your .sig
Tree keeps the harem that you need
and the TimTams that you want.
I feel the Thingie in your words
The flirting in the threads.
We hope Neil doesn't read.
<end chorus>
<repeat chorus>In a multitude of servers
on the other side
through the firewall
I saw your recent post
concerning Cargo Pants and Boys
Nothing to do with Neil
...and that's not unusual
if you know the people.For we found the Newsgroup
but we lost the Topic
and Tuesdays here are weird
...because of Ivory
Thingie Boys are love slaves
to all the Thingie Chicks...
Do you think that they would really mind?<chorus once>
Melp: She bought the Jacket
by dropping lots of cash
Reverend Walker and his Kilt
flashing all the women
The Squeaker and the Bats
...and don't forget her mice
Casseigh hates her carrots
(and she helped to write these words)Colt wears his leiderhosen
he says they open for a song
The 'Teenage Slut' named Shira
she'll be legal in five years
The Burning Man is Larry
...and he'll gladly service youWe are kindred Thingies
Sharp & Pointies in the night.<chorus>
Hullo Little Thingie - NightGoat, COLT, Sally and Lady Miss Tree
NG:
Hullo little wallaby
How'dja do?
When you grow up
You'll be a kangaroo.The Kangaroo of Australia
Lives on the burning plain
He keeps on leaping in the air
'Cos it's hot when he lands again
COLT:
Kookaburra lives on an old gum tree-hee,
Merry, merry king of the bush is hee-ee.
Laaaaugh, Kookaburra, laaaaaugh, Kookaburra,
Now I don´t remember the words anymoooore...Sally:
The last line is actually, "Gay your life must be". Just thought I'd share.LMT:
Better still:Kookaburra sits on the telephone wire
Jumping up and down coz his bum is on fire
Laugh, kookaburra, laugh, kookaburra
And I don't remember what we sang next because we were laughing too hard.Oh, come on, I was FIVE or something...
Our Favourite Things - Reg and Sally
R:
Gumdrops up noses
And whipping my kittens,
Bright cops with kettles
And worms in my mittens,
Brown apes on mattresses tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorites things.S:
eh. When I sing that song I just change most of the words to 'kittens'. Eg:Raindrops on kittens
And whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kittens
And warm woolen kittens
Brown furry kittycats
Playing with string
Kittens are some of my favourite things.But then, I like kitties. :)
OHHH The liquor was spilled on the bar room floor And the bar was closed for the night
When a little brown mouse came out of her house And she sat in the pale moon light
She lapped up the liquor on the bar room floor, And on her haunches she sat
AND all night long you could hear her roar "BRING ON YOUR GODDAM CAT!!!"
Thing A Thong Of Thingies - Jo (sparrow?)
Thing a thong of Thingies
Upon a Tuesday night
Four-and-twenty Thingies
Give out a lot of lightAnd when that light is shining
The newsgroup starts to sing
Is not that a merry sound
To make the ether ring?
Ms. Anna Phylactic To The Emergency Ward Please - Lady Miss Tree
Happy not deadness to me
Happy not deadness to me
Happy not deadness to mee-eee
Happy not deadness to me!
Thing A Thong Of Thixpence - Jenny Jo & Karen
JJ: No thongs of any thort--thongs are what make me thore. Or tho I'd imagine, never having tried to wear any.
JJ: Jenny Jo (here's a thilly thong that might makee you Thor, sung so the tune of the Ride of the Valkyries:
We fly through the night skies
Flapping our fat thighs
Picking up dead guys,
Look, there's one now!We scoop and load 'em,
Take 'em to Odin,
See if he knows them,
Sometimes he does!JJ:If anyone knows the rest, please share, 'cause I don't.)
k: No additional verses, but I did find this variation (on a trombone site of course http://www.trombone.org/trombone-l/archives/0008/000826_1788.txt)
We ride through the night skies
Flashing our large thighs
Picking up dead guys
You call this a job?You get the blonde one
I'll get the redhead
Hey, he's not dead yet!
Just wait....
Aaaaagh!
C'mon boys and girls...
With a feelin' (and Ronnie VanZant -styled nasal whine)
Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,
Means I'm leaving my (wo)man behind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My (wo)man's gone with the wind.And I don't know where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my (wo)man at home.Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My (wo)man's gone with the wind.Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my blues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.(and one more time folks...)
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.
Tim Tam Song Revisited - Colt & Lady Miss Tree
C: Hey, folks.
What can I say? I wandered lonely as a cloud and what did I come up with? A verse 2 for the famous Tim-Tam song (as the reader might remember). Yes. Look grateful. Urrrm. We interrupt the regularly scheduled program for a musical interlude... (BTW, for the newbies I start with verse one. Everyone sitting comfortably? Okay, everybody feel free to sing along.)
<do-re-mi-fa....>
<hrrrrrm>
<okay>
<hey, is this mic actually working?>
<taptaptapBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP>
<oh. sorry.>
<a one, a two, a one two three four>
Tim-tams come from our La-dy Tre-e
Merry, merry Queen of the bush is she-e
Seeeend Ti-im-ta-ams, seeeend Ti-im-ta-ams
Gay our lifes will beeeee...<instrumental bridge>
<and now verse 2>
<this is it, Thingies, so pay attention>
We´re all happy for our La-dy Tre-e
Merry, merry married to a Ghost is she-e
Theeeeey´ll live happily-y eeeeeever a-afte-er
Because she said soooo<short drumsolo>
<hey, I said short!!!>
<ENCORE! Everybody!)
Theeeeeeeeeeeey´ll live happily-y eeeeeeeeever a-afte-er
Because Tree said soooooooooooo
<bows deeply to the roaring applause and flying undies>
<curtain>
To be continued...?
LMT: Ahhh, Colt. The Tom Jones of AFNG.
Bad Stage Musical Ideas - Reg & Jenny Jo
R: Okay, Lucy-Anne and I have had a lot of fun chatting about this idea and since Neil burst into a Sondheim tune on his journal recently it is almost relevant.
R: So what do the thingies think are potential stage musicals that probably shouln't be done?
R: So what do you think? Bonus points to anyone who can actually provide lyrics to accommpany their pitch
JJ: Hmm, I woul have said that "Bat Boy: the Musical" would be a terrible idea, but now I see someone's gone and done it. And I would see it if I could just find someone to go with...ba-fogs?
JJ: How about Jeff Noon's "Vurt"? I know I'm being a bit obscure, but I do recall some Noon fans from the Thinige questionnaires...
JJ: "I miss my sister's tattooed arms,
Her love, her sweet, sororal charms,
I lost her to a yellow place,
And all I got's this thing from outer space..."JJ: Wait a minute, I'm warming up to this...this bit's kind of like the Acid Queen bit from "Tommy":
JJ: Hey, Crew Cut, where are you running to tonight?
Hey, Crew Cut, looks like you've been in a dog-fight,
Hey, Crew Cut, Cinders will put you right...
Welcome to Toytown, where the people don't bleed,
Welcome to Toytown, we've got what you need.JJ: And a lover's lament with soft piano, in Platt Fields, in the rain...
JJ: I had a girl...her name was Suze,
I cut my hair, and got the blues.
I swapped a brother,
And got back a lover.
That's the trouble with vurt,
Someone always gets hurt.JJ: Damn. It's got me.
Tim Taminey - Harvey Lee & Pamela Basham
H: Tim timiney
Tim taminey
Tim tim, tam tam!
Noshing choc bikkies
On Tuesdays I am.P: Tim timiney
Tim taminey
Tim tim, tam tam!
Timtams from Thingies taste orgasmic'lleeee!
Nowhere is there a more generous crew
Than them what shares Timtams with me and with you!
Thingies of Penzance - Scott Conner & Reg
S: But, still...
S: "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-i-i-i... am the very model of a modern Mephistopheles...!"
S: Sing with me, people!
R: "I've literature factual, artistical and fictional.
I know the art of comics
And I cite the artists mem'rable
From Moebius to Sienkiewicz
To those like Liefeld-'Terrible!'R: I'm very well aquainted too
With who in fantastical is 'on'
'You need this book by Bradb'ry
And you must read the new Ellison!'R: In books you can't afford, but you just know are guaranteed to please
I am the very model of a modern Mephistopheles."S: *sigh*
*happy grin*
I just *knew* I could count on you to catch that ball.R: And now I have an evil, evil person from one of those Confederate states demanding the other six verses, including at some point, a rhyme on the word "Kaluta". (Thank the gods I had the foresight to include "Sienkievicz" in the first draft.
S: Unbeknownst to even some of the locals, the Confederacy is long since defunct. Just don't tell my friend that does Civil War re-enactments ;-)
S: And it could've been worse....I could've said Steranko.