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threeweapons.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomtownies2006-09-26 08:43 am
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I Really Don't Care [12-2 FDT]
If someone was to turn on the radio at noon, they would have gotten an earful of static. And then? A talking cat.
"Good afternoon fandom! There's been no fire trucks arriving this morning, so I'm highly disappointed in all of you. Today's show will be starting with a musical piece, dedicated to one Aly of something she won't share with me. If anyone knows, call the station. Anyway, you all now know who to blame for the pain in your ear.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he's gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at;
while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.
People were better off if they turned on the radio at 12:10.
"Thank you, thank you, you can take the ear plugs out now. Anyway, the phones lines are open, I'm bored, so let the snark-er, advice begin! And don't forget: Everybody wants to be a cat!"
(Radio people? That Aly visited is fine, but the cat/girl convo is NFB. Please and thank you.)
"Good afternoon fandom! There's been no fire trucks arriving this morning, so I'm highly disappointed in all of you. Today's show will be starting with a musical piece, dedicated to one Aly of something she won't share with me. If anyone knows, call the station. Anyway, you all now know who to blame for the pain in your ear.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he's gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at;
while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.
People were better off if they turned on the radio at 12:10.
"Thank you, thank you, you can take the ear plugs out now. Anyway, the phones lines are open, I'm bored, so let the snark-er, advice begin! And don't forget: Everybody wants to be a cat!"
(Radio people? That Aly visited is fine, but the cat/girl convo is NFB. Please and thank you.)

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