The Squata Song
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Sittin' in a tree, | Sittin' in a tree, | ||
K-I-L-L-I-N-G | K-I-L-L-I-N-G | ||
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| + | I can’t believe the news today, | ||
| + | I can’t close my eyes and make it go away, | ||
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| + | How long? | ||
| + | How long must we sing the song? | ||
| + | How long? How long? | ||
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| + | ‘Cause tonight, we will scream as one, | ||
| + | Tonight... | ||
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| + | Squata’s pissed because her secret’s out, | ||
| + | Blood will be shed without any doubt, | ||
| + | Now we know she fancies Dark, | ||
| + | And I think, | ||
| + | I think she’ll rip us all apart… | ||
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| + | Thursday, bloody Thursday, | ||
| + | Squata, angry Squata, | ||
| + | Thursday, painful Thursday (Thursday, bloody Thursday) | ||
| + | All right, let’s go | ||
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| + | And the taunting’s just begun, | ||
| + | Playschool rhymes make her blush like the sun, | ||
| + | She hunts us down without remorse, | ||
| + | We expected that, of course, of course, | ||
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| + | Thursday, painful Thursday | ||
| + | Thursday, Squata’s Thursday | ||
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| + | Oh no, | ||
| + | Oh no, here she comes again | ||
| + | Oh no, she’s coming... | ||
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| + | And tonight, she will chase us down | ||
| + | Tonight, | ||
| + | Tonight… | ||
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| + | Thursday, bloody Thursday (Tonight) | ||
| + | Tonight | ||
| + | Squata, vengeful Squata (Tonight) | ||
| + | Come get some! | ||
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| + | *solo* | ||
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| + | Wipe the tears from your eyes, | ||
| + | Wipe the blood away, | ||
| + | Dark’s got lipstick on his cheek, | ||
| + | Squata feels a little meek, | ||
| + | (Thursday, gory Thursday) | ||
| + | Don’t stop laughing now | ||
| + | (Squata, wielding sharp things) | ||
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| + | Thursday, it’s a massacre (Thursday, bloody Thursday) | ||
| + | The famous Keenspot Massacre (Thursday, painful Thursday) | ||
| + | Here we come! | ||
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| + | And it’s true we are all doomed, | ||
| + | Squata’s loose and the toaster’s set free, | ||
| + | And today the millions cry, | ||
| + | We try to hide but we know that we’ll die | ||
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| + | The real battle’s just begun, (Squata, fancies Dark Fish) | ||
| + | The world is doomed if they have a son, (Terrifying, ain’t it?) | ||
| + | It’s | ||
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| + | Thursday, painful Thursday | ||
| + | Thursday, bloody Thursday... | ||
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| + | ''Thank [[FerretBob]]'' for that last one.'' | ||
Revision as of 22:41, 24 October 2006
Variant 1
Squata's got a cru-ush, Squata's got a cru-ush
Variant 2
Squata and Da-ark, Sittin' in a tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G
Variant 3
I can’t believe the news today, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away,
How long? How long must we sing the song? How long? How long?
‘Cause tonight, we will scream as one, Tonight...
Squata’s pissed because her secret’s out, Blood will be shed without any doubt, Now we know she fancies Dark, And I think, I think she’ll rip us all apart…
Thursday, bloody Thursday, Squata, angry Squata, Thursday, painful Thursday (Thursday, bloody Thursday) All right, let’s go
And the taunting’s just begun, Playschool rhymes make her blush like the sun, She hunts us down without remorse, We expected that, of course, of course,
Thursday, painful Thursday Thursday, Squata’s Thursday
Oh no, Oh no, here she comes again Oh no, she’s coming...
And tonight, she will chase us down Tonight, Tonight…
Thursday, bloody Thursday (Tonight) Tonight Squata, vengeful Squata (Tonight) Come get some!
- solo*
Wipe the tears from your eyes, Wipe the blood away, Dark’s got lipstick on his cheek, Squata feels a little meek, (Thursday, gory Thursday) Don’t stop laughing now (Squata, wielding sharp things)
Thursday, it’s a massacre (Thursday, bloody Thursday) The famous Keenspot Massacre (Thursday, painful Thursday) Here we come!
And it’s true we are all doomed, Squata’s loose and the toaster’s set free, And today the millions cry, We try to hide but we know that we’ll die
The real battle’s just begun, (Squata, fancies Dark Fish) The world is doomed if they have a son, (Terrifying, ain’t it?) It’s
Thursday, painful Thursday Thursday, bloody Thursday...
Thank FerretBob for that last one.
