Here's the first entry based on an idea from Chela::housejumpin: (Sung to the tune of "Stayin' Alive" from Saturday Night Fever) You can tell by the way that I scream and shout, Oh, There must be some of those Atroxes about. You can hear me swearin' and a-gruntin' with a-groan, 'bout why these Ambu's won't leave me alone. But wait a sec, What's that blip? Must have let my defenses slip. I'm not sure. Crap, now I see. It's Jenna Star Mercury. She's-a never missin, now she's-a got me pissin, and I'm Gonna Revive, Gonna Revive. Rolling and a-splaying, tell me what was I just saying, Now I'm Gonna Revive Gonna Revive HA, HA, HA, Ket's is Gonna Revive Gonna ReVive Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Kets has to Reviiiiiii-iiiii-iiiii-iiiive!
Now you know how I feel, had it going through my head since I meet our very own John Travolta impersonator :). Unfortunately or possibly fortunately I left my version at work.
Perhaps the theme from "Pulp Fiction" would be more appropriate than Saturday Night Fever. And I'm not going to mention the Telly Savalas impersonator in our midsts. Where's your lollipop, Cee?:D
Haha :) "Who loves ya baby?" By a weird coincidence my avatar looks strangely like a bloke I work with, bit disturbing that!
Hold everything! If this is Pulp Fiction then that makes me Marcellus (spelling?)! If anyone sees someone riding a chopper let me know, this time I'm taking that mofo down before I bend over.
Re: Sung to the tune of "Staying Alive" My arms are not attached.But can this is Pulp Fiction ever happen?How do you assume this statement holds true for me?
I started with the original:- Well you can tell by the way I look and talk, I’m a weird kind'a guy who can hardly walk. I talk aloud when I'm alone, Not even sure if I'm at home. I’m not all right and I’m not OK. You should look the other way, You can’t try to understand, The EUC's affect on man. As EUC's Reporter, Of the truth, I'm a distorter, I’m staying alive, staying alive, See my brain a freakin’, And my body shakin’, I’m gonna revive, gonna revive, Ah, ha, ha, ha, Staying alive. Staying alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, Gonna Revive. Well now I feel low but I get by I can make you, want to cry Got the crap of cats in my sink Bloody hell, what a stink, I’m not all right and I’m not OK. I'll clean it up another day You can’t begin to understand I am Kets and should be banned. If you see me dancin’ You will start a laugin’ I’m staying alive, staying alive See my personality splittin’ Cats just keep on shitin'’ Hope I revive, hope I revive Ah, ha, ha, ha, Staying Alive. Staying Alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, Hope I revive. I'm a goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. I'm a goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. Hope I revive You can tell by the way I walk and moan, Was probed by aliens when abducted from home. Voices echo inside my head I’ve had a pain in the arse since I awoke in bed. I just ain’t right, was changed that way You just can’t look away You’re ashamed, I understand Cos I am Kets, got a probe in my can. I can't find another Who does not want to smother Got a probe up my arse, probe up my arse. Can feel my thoughts leaking The voices just keep speaking Got a probe up my arse, probe up my arse. Argh, Argh, Argh, Argh, Probe up my arse. Probe up my arse Argh, Argh, Argh, Argh, Probe up my arse. Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. Probe up my arse Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, yeah. Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah. Probe up my arse.
