Peter M Fitzgerald
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Time to celebrate the good news with a song parody!
"We Need Some Zanti Misfits"
(sung to the tune, "We Need a Little Christmas", from the Broadway musical, "Mame" --warning, the parody contains spoilers)
Sig-nal their spaaaace-craft...
Guide them down here, safely,
Through our atmosphere!
Keep things restricted...
At a desert site all
Set aside for them, nowwww...
For we need some Zanti Misfits!
Right this very minute!
Feelers on their foreheads,
Eyeballs bulging outward...
Yes, we need some Zanti Misfits!
Exiled from their planet!
To this place, so dry and airy,
--And aided by our military...
O-pen the hatch-door...
Don't be shy, you freakish
Ant-like emigres!
Crawl down the gang-plank...
In single-file and prowl in
Creepy insect ways, nowwww...
For we need some Zanti Misfits!
Right this very minute!
Bodies in three segments,
Six legs scrambling wildly...
Yes, we need some Zanti Misfits!
Their leaders sent them to us!
Made a turn at Albuquerque...
Hey look! Bruce Dern --who's acting jerky...
Snuck past the sentries...
Dern's a crook who's brought his
Girl along with him!
They cross the Zantis...
The guy is dead-meat, what the
Hell is wrong with him, nowwww?!?
For they've grown a little surly...
Grown a little restless...
Grown a little rowdy...
--As well as discontented...
Yes, indeed, those Zanti Misfits...
Oh look, one's on your shoulder!
Must heed those Zanti Misfits, now!
Things going badlyyyy...
Meeting Dern has got them
In a rotten mood!
Look out, you soldiers!
One false move and you'll be
Zanti Misfit food, nowwww...
So we'll bleed those Zanti Misfits!
Right this very minute!
Crush them 'neath our jack-boots!
All men o-pen fire!
We must bleed those Zanti Misfits!
Not one can be left standing!
Stomp them, men, and in a hurry!
Let's make them into Zanti slurry...
The base is in cha-ossss!
But, --oh look! It's done, the
Zanti threat has passed!
We are the victors!
Oh, thank God, no need to
Use the mustard gas, nowwww...
But here comes another signal!
--Sent here from their leaders!
We're waiting for translation...
Okay, let's hear the mes-sage...
Oh, they figured that we'd do this!
--Just wipe out all their convicts!
Saved them all the trou-ble, now!
"We Need Some Zanti Misfits"
(sung to the tune, "We Need a Little Christmas", from the Broadway musical, "Mame" --warning, the parody contains spoilers)
Sig-nal their spaaaace-craft...
Guide them down here, safely,
Through our atmosphere!
Keep things restricted...
At a desert site all
Set aside for them, nowwww...
For we need some Zanti Misfits!
Right this very minute!
Feelers on their foreheads,
Eyeballs bulging outward...
Yes, we need some Zanti Misfits!
Exiled from their planet!
To this place, so dry and airy,
--And aided by our military...
O-pen the hatch-door...
Don't be shy, you freakish
Ant-like emigres!
Crawl down the gang-plank...
In single-file and prowl in
Creepy insect ways, nowwww...
For we need some Zanti Misfits!
Right this very minute!
Bodies in three segments,
Six legs scrambling wildly...
Yes, we need some Zanti Misfits!
Their leaders sent them to us!
Made a turn at Albuquerque...
Hey look! Bruce Dern --who's acting jerky...
Snuck past the sentries...
Dern's a crook who's brought his
Girl along with him!
They cross the Zantis...
The guy is dead-meat, what the
Hell is wrong with him, nowwww?!?
For they've grown a little surly...
Grown a little restless...
Grown a little rowdy...
--As well as discontented...
Yes, indeed, those Zanti Misfits...
Oh look, one's on your shoulder!
Must heed those Zanti Misfits, now!
Things going badlyyyy...
Meeting Dern has got them
In a rotten mood!
Look out, you soldiers!
One false move and you'll be
Zanti Misfit food, nowwww...
So we'll bleed those Zanti Misfits!
Right this very minute!
Crush them 'neath our jack-boots!
All men o-pen fire!
We must bleed those Zanti Misfits!
Not one can be left standing!
Stomp them, men, and in a hurry!
Let's make them into Zanti slurry...
The base is in cha-ossss!
But, --oh look! It's done, the
Zanti threat has passed!
We are the victors!
Oh, thank God, no need to
Use the mustard gas, nowwww...
But here comes another signal!
--Sent here from their leaders!
We're waiting for translation...
Okay, let's hear the mes-sage...
Oh, they figured that we'd do this!
--Just wipe out all their convicts!
Saved them all the trou-ble, now!