Disclaimer: Alright here it goes. The characters used to make up this little one don’t belong to me. I’m just using them for fun purposes and not for profit. This CD is not in my collection on which the original is on, and I can happily say that I don’t own the song or the rights to it.
Author’s notes: This one’s the last product of lack of sleep, a sugar high and listening to already a parody of the original song.
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Pretty hot for a dead guy
by Belladonna
(based on the original song ‘Pretty fly for a white guy’, performed by The Offspring)
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
And all the Scoobies say I’m pretty hot for a dead guy
The Slayer’s had her fair share of vampires in the past
Now most of them are dust now, ‘cuz none of them did last
All the others had been losers, they didn’t stand a chance
But he’s around for what now? For four bloody long years!
There’s no debate, let’s get this out straight
You know you really couldn’t stake him anyway
Come on admit it now, he’s cute somehow
You know it too, you know it too
Just say ‘Spikey dear’ and he’ll kick into gear
He’ll give you lots of fun if you’ll allow for yourself some
So grab your personal Slayer and
Hey, hey do that vampire thing
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
And all the Scoobies say I’m pretty hot for a dead guy
He has that way cool coat there, that’s a real hot piece
They hadn’t been a bargain had been honest work of steal
His hair is a bleached blond and man it looks wow!
If you ask now how he does it, I can’t really tell you how
There’s no debate, let’s get this out straight
You know you really couldn’t stake him anyway
Come on admit it now, he’s cute somehow
You know it too, you know it too
Just say ‘Spikey dear’ and he’ll kick into gear
He’ll give you lots of fun if you’ll allow for yourself some
So grab your personal Slayer and
Hey, hey do that vampire thing
Now he’s writing poetry again and performing on stage
He used to be quite bad then, that’s what he’s been always told
But now he does it without a shirt on, that’s a must see
The Slayer starts to swoon at this, who cares about the bloody awful poetry?
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
How ya doin’ Spikey? A-ha, a-ha!
And all the Scoobies say I’m pretty hot for a dead guy
There’s no debate, let’s get this out straight
You know you really couldn’t stake him anyway
Come on admit it now, he’s cute somehow
You know it too, you know it too
Just say ‘Spikey dear’ and he’ll kick into gear
He’ll give you lots of fun if you’ll allow for yourself some
So grab your personal Slayer
Your very own personal Slayer and
Hey, hey do that vampire thing