Post by Ayen on Aug 4, 2011 0:43:23 GMT -6
[Lord Beelzebub:]
I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog’s backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It’s clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we’re talking kings and successions
Even you can’t be caught unaware
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
[Shai:]
And where do we feature?
[Lord Beelzebub:]
Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid
But you’ll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared!
[Spoken]
[Demon NPC:] Yeah, Be prepared.
Yeah-heh…. we’ll be prepared, heh.
….For what?
[Lord Beelzebub:] For the death of the king.
[Demon NPC:] Why? Is he sick?
[Lord Beelzebub:] No, fool-- we’re going to kill him. And Miracle too.
[Shai:] Great idea! Who needs a king?
[Shai (and then Demon NPC):]
No king! No king! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
[Lord Beelzebub:] Idiots! There will be a king!
[Demon NPC:] Hey, but you said, uh….
[Lord Beelzebub:] I will be king! ….Stick with me, and
you’ll never go hungry again!
[Shai and Demon NPC:] Yay! All right! Long live the king!
[All Demons:] Long live the king! Long live the king!
[Full song again]
[Demons: {In tight, crisp phrasing and diction}]
It’s great that we’ll soon be connected.
With a king who’ll be all-time adored.
[Lord Beelzebub:] Of course, quid pro quo, you’re expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I’m the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won’t get a sniff without me!
So prepare for the coup of the century
(Oooh!)
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
(Oooh…. La! La! La!)
Meticulous planning
(We’ll have food!)
Tenacity spanning
(Lots of food)
Decades of denial
(We repeat)
Is simply why I’ll
(Endless meat)
Be king undisputed
(Aaaaaaah….)
Respected, saluted
(….aaaaaaah….)
And seen for the wonder I am
(….aaaaaaah!)
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
(Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Be prepared!
[All:]
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
Solomon: Let’s get down to business
To defeat the huns.
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You’re the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we’re through
Mister, I’ll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within.
Once you find your center
You are sure to win.
You’re a spineless, pale pathetic lot
And you haven’t got a clue.
Somehow I’ll make a man
Out of you.
Shiro: I’m never gonna catch my breath
Adam: Say goodbye to those who knew me
Nex: Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
Shinta: This guy’s got them scared to death
Tori: Hope he doesn’t see right through me
DOA Clash: Now I really wish that I knew how to swim
[men] BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
[men] BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
[men] BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Solomon: Time is racing toward us
Till the huns arrive.
Heed my every order
And you might survive.
You’re unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you’re through
How could I make a man
Out of you?
[men] BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
[men] BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
[men] BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
[everyone]BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Hoo-ah!
Castiel: What’s this? What’s this?
There’s color everywhere
What’s this?
There’s white things in the air
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Cas, this isn’t fair
What’s this?
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
There are people singing songs
What’s this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What’s this?
There are children throwing snowballs here
instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys
And absolutely no one’s dead
There’s frost on every window
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That’s coming from inside
Oh, look
What’s this?
They’re hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They’re gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What’s this?
What’s this?
In here they’ve got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They’re covering it with tiny little things
They’ve got electric lights on strings
And there’s a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I’m wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What’s this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there’s nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What’s this?
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can’t be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, hmm….
Kedara: Bless my soul
Clash was on a roll
Person of the week in every Greek opinion poll
What a pro
Clash could stop a show
Point him at a monster and you’re talking SRO
He was a no one
A zero, zero
Now he’s a honcho
He’s a hero
Here was a kid with his act down pat
From zero to hero in no time flat
Zero to hero just like that
When he smiled
The girls went wild with
oohs and aahs
And they slapped his face
On ev’ry vase
Lemara: (on ev’ry “vase”)
The Sisterhood: From appearance fees and royalties
Our Clash had cash to burn
Now nouveau riche and famous
He could tell you
What the Greek’should earn.
Say amen
There he goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome 10 for 10
Folks lined up
Just to watch him flex
And this perfect package
packed a pair of pretty pecs
Clashie, he comes
He sees, he conquers
Honey, the crowds were
Going bonkers
He showed the moxie brains, and spunk
From zero to hero a major hunk
Zero to hero and who’da thunk
Kedara: Who put the glad in gladiator?
All: Clashules!
Kedara: Whose daring deeds are great theater?
All: Clashules
Kedara: Isn’t he bold?
All: No one braver
Kedara: Isn’t he sweet
All: Our favorite flavor
Clashules, Clashules,
Clashules, Clashules
Clashules, Clashules
Kedara: Bless my soul
Clash was on a roll
Undefeated
Riding high
And the nicest guy
not conceited
He was a nothin’
A zero, zero
Now he’s a honcho
He’s a hero
All: He hit the heights at breakneck speed
From zero to hero
Clash is a hero
Now he’s a hero
Kedara: Yes indeed!
Tajna Rasha: I must admit,
Your parlor tricks are amusing
I bet you’ve got a bunny
Under your hat!
Now here’s your chance
To get the best of me,
Hope your hand is hot!
C’mon, clown,
Let’s see what you’ve got!
You try to slam me
With your hardest stuff
But your double whammy
Isn’t up to snuff
I’ll set the record straight
You’re simply out of date
You’re only second rate!
You think your cat’s a meanie,
But your tiger’s tame
You’ve got a lot to learn
About the demon game
So for your information,
I’ll reiterate
You’re only second rate!
Men cower at the power
In my pinky
My thumb is number one
On every list
But if you’re not convinced
That I’m invincible,
Put me to the test!
I’d love to lay this rivalry to rest!
Go ahead and zap me
With the big surprise
Snap me in a trap,
Cut me down to size
I’ll make a big escape
It’s just a piece of cake
You’re only second rate!
You know, your hocus-pocus
Isn’t tough enough
And your mumbo-jumbo
Doesn’t measure up
Let me pontificate
Upon your sorry state
You’re only second rate!
Zaba-caba-dabra!
Granny’s gonna grab ya!
Alakazam-da-mus
And this thing’s bigger than the both of us!
So spare me your tremendous scare!
You look horrendous in your underwear!
And I can hardly wait
To discombobulate
I’ll send ya back and packing
In a shipping crate
You’ll make a better living
With a spinning plate
You’re only second rate!
Not a Disney song but….
Veran: I feel you, Dianna!
Amoura: -trembles in fear-
Veran: I feel you….!
Amoura: MEEP!
I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog’s backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It’s clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we’re talking kings and successions
Even you can’t be caught unaware
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
[Shai:]
And where do we feature?
[Lord Beelzebub:]
Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid
But you’ll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared!
[Spoken]
[Demon NPC:] Yeah, Be prepared.
Yeah-heh…. we’ll be prepared, heh.
….For what?
[Lord Beelzebub:] For the death of the king.
[Demon NPC:] Why? Is he sick?
[Lord Beelzebub:] No, fool-- we’re going to kill him. And Miracle too.
[Shai:] Great idea! Who needs a king?
[Shai (and then Demon NPC):]
No king! No king! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
[Lord Beelzebub:] Idiots! There will be a king!
[Demon NPC:] Hey, but you said, uh….
[Lord Beelzebub:] I will be king! ….Stick with me, and
you’ll never go hungry again!
[Shai and Demon NPC:] Yay! All right! Long live the king!
[All Demons:] Long live the king! Long live the king!
[Full song again]
[Demons: {In tight, crisp phrasing and diction}]
It’s great that we’ll soon be connected.
With a king who’ll be all-time adored.
[Lord Beelzebub:] Of course, quid pro quo, you’re expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I’m the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won’t get a sniff without me!
So prepare for the coup of the century
(Oooh!)
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
(Oooh…. La! La! La!)
Meticulous planning
(We’ll have food!)
Tenacity spanning
(Lots of food)
Decades of denial
(We repeat)
Is simply why I’ll
(Endless meat)
Be king undisputed
(Aaaaaaah….)
Respected, saluted
(….aaaaaaah….)
And seen for the wonder I am
(….aaaaaaah!)
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
(Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Be prepared!
[All:]
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
DOA gone DISNEY!
Solomon: Let’s get down to business
To defeat the huns.
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You’re the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we’re through
Mister, I’ll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within.
Once you find your center
You are sure to win.
You’re a spineless, pale pathetic lot
And you haven’t got a clue.
Somehow I’ll make a man
Out of you.
Shiro: I’m never gonna catch my breath
Adam: Say goodbye to those who knew me
Nex: Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
Shinta: This guy’s got them scared to death
Tori: Hope he doesn’t see right through me
DOA Clash: Now I really wish that I knew how to swim
[men] BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
[men] BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
[men] BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Solomon: Time is racing toward us
Till the huns arrive.
Heed my every order
And you might survive.
You’re unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you’re through
How could I make a man
Out of you?
[men] BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
[men] BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
[men] BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
[everyone]BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Hoo-ah!
Castiel: What’s this? What’s this?
There’s color everywhere
What’s this?
There’s white things in the air
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Cas, this isn’t fair
What’s this?
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
There are people singing songs
What’s this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What’s this?
There are children throwing snowballs here
instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys
And absolutely no one’s dead
There’s frost on every window
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That’s coming from inside
Oh, look
What’s this?
They’re hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They’re gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What’s this?
What’s this?
In here they’ve got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They’re covering it with tiny little things
They’ve got electric lights on strings
And there’s a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I’m wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What’s this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there’s nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What’s this?
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can’t be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, hmm….
Kedara: Bless my soul
Clash was on a roll
Person of the week in every Greek opinion poll
What a pro
Clash could stop a show
Point him at a monster and you’re talking SRO
He was a no one
A zero, zero
Now he’s a honcho
He’s a hero
Here was a kid with his act down pat
From zero to hero in no time flat
Zero to hero just like that
When he smiled
The girls went wild with
oohs and aahs
And they slapped his face
On ev’ry vase
Lemara: (on ev’ry “vase”)
The Sisterhood: From appearance fees and royalties
Our Clash had cash to burn
Now nouveau riche and famous
He could tell you
What the Greek’should earn.
Say amen
There he goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome 10 for 10
Folks lined up
Just to watch him flex
And this perfect package
packed a pair of pretty pecs
Clashie, he comes
He sees, he conquers
Honey, the crowds were
Going bonkers
He showed the moxie brains, and spunk
From zero to hero a major hunk
Zero to hero and who’da thunk
Kedara: Who put the glad in gladiator?
All: Clashules!
Kedara: Whose daring deeds are great theater?
All: Clashules
Kedara: Isn’t he bold?
All: No one braver
Kedara: Isn’t he sweet
All: Our favorite flavor
Clashules, Clashules,
Clashules, Clashules
Clashules, Clashules
Kedara: Bless my soul
Clash was on a roll
Undefeated
Riding high
And the nicest guy
not conceited
He was a nothin’
A zero, zero
Now he’s a honcho
He’s a hero
All: He hit the heights at breakneck speed
From zero to hero
Clash is a hero
Now he’s a hero
Kedara: Yes indeed!
MARICUL
The only way to get what you want is to become a human yourself.
MIRACLE
Can you do that?
MARICUL
My dear, sweet child. That’s what I do. It’s what I live for.
To help unfortunate merfolk like yourself.
Poor souls with no one else to turn to.
I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty
They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you’ll find that nowadays
I’ve mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch
To this
And I fortunately know a little magic
It’s a talent that I always have possessed
And dear lady, please don’t laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed (pathetic)
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, “Spells, MARICUL, please!”
And I help them!
Yes I do
Now it’s happened once or twice
Someone couldn’t pay the price
And I’m afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I’ve had the odd complaint
But on the whole I’ve been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls
Have we got a deal?
MIRACLE
If I become human, I’ll never be with my father or sisters again.
MARICUL
But you’ll have your man, heh heh. Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it? Heh heh.
Oh, and there is one more thing.
We haven’t discussed the subject of payment.
MIRACLE
But I don’t have-
MARICUL
I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!
What I want from you is – your voice.
MIRACLE
But without my voice, how can I-
MARICUL
You’ll have your looks, your pretty face.
And don’t underestimate the importance of body language, ha!
The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore!
Yet on land it’s much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle babble for?
Come on, they’re not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who’s withdrawn
It’s she who holds her tongue who get’s a man
Come on you poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead!
Make your choice!
I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day
It won’t cost much
Just your voice!
You poor unfortunate soul
It’s sad but true
If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet
You’ve got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll
Flotsam, Jetsam, now I’ve got her, boys
The boss is on a roll
This poor! Unfortunate…. SOUL!
The only way to get what you want is to become a human yourself.
MIRACLE
Can you do that?
MARICUL
My dear, sweet child. That’s what I do. It’s what I live for.
To help unfortunate merfolk like yourself.
Poor souls with no one else to turn to.
I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty
They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you’ll find that nowadays
I’ve mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch
To this
And I fortunately know a little magic
It’s a talent that I always have possessed
And dear lady, please don’t laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed (pathetic)
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, “Spells, MARICUL, please!”
And I help them!
Yes I do
Now it’s happened once or twice
Someone couldn’t pay the price
And I’m afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I’ve had the odd complaint
But on the whole I’ve been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls
Have we got a deal?
MIRACLE
If I become human, I’ll never be with my father or sisters again.
MARICUL
But you’ll have your man, heh heh. Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it? Heh heh.
Oh, and there is one more thing.
We haven’t discussed the subject of payment.
MIRACLE
But I don’t have-
MARICUL
I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!
What I want from you is – your voice.
MIRACLE
But without my voice, how can I-
MARICUL
You’ll have your looks, your pretty face.
And don’t underestimate the importance of body language, ha!
The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore!
Yet on land it’s much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle babble for?
Come on, they’re not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who’s withdrawn
It’s she who holds her tongue who get’s a man
Come on you poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead!
Make your choice!
I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day
It won’t cost much
Just your voice!
You poor unfortunate soul
It’s sad but true
If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet
You’ve got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll
Flotsam, Jetsam, now I’ve got her, boys
The boss is on a roll
This poor! Unfortunate…. SOUL!
Tajna Rasha VS. Sparda!
Tajna Rasha: I must admit,
Your parlor tricks are amusing
I bet you’ve got a bunny
Under your hat!
Now here’s your chance
To get the best of me,
Hope your hand is hot!
C’mon, clown,
Let’s see what you’ve got!
You try to slam me
With your hardest stuff
But your double whammy
Isn’t up to snuff
I’ll set the record straight
You’re simply out of date
You’re only second rate!
You think your cat’s a meanie,
But your tiger’s tame
You’ve got a lot to learn
About the demon game
So for your information,
I’ll reiterate
You’re only second rate!
Men cower at the power
In my pinky
My thumb is number one
On every list
But if you’re not convinced
That I’m invincible,
Put me to the test!
I’d love to lay this rivalry to rest!
Go ahead and zap me
With the big surprise
Snap me in a trap,
Cut me down to size
I’ll make a big escape
It’s just a piece of cake
You’re only second rate!
You know, your hocus-pocus
Isn’t tough enough
And your mumbo-jumbo
Doesn’t measure up
Let me pontificate
Upon your sorry state
You’re only second rate!
Zaba-caba-dabra!
Granny’s gonna grab ya!
Alakazam-da-mus
And this thing’s bigger than the both of us!
So spare me your tremendous scare!
You look horrendous in your underwear!
And I can hardly wait
To discombobulate
I’ll send ya back and packing
In a shipping crate
You’ll make a better living
With a spinning plate
You’re only second rate!
END!
Not a Disney song but….
Veran: I feel you, Dianna!
Amoura: -trembles in fear-
Veran: I feel you….!
Amoura: MEEP!
FIN!
