The Burple Moon and the Death
By KIn the style of Grease The Musical
Burple moon, you saw me crying alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a pizza of my own.
Burple moon, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A pizza I really could care for.
And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'AVADA KEWDAVRA'
But when I looked, that moon had turned to a death!
Oh oh oh...
Burple moon, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a death of my own.
You better shape up,
'Cause I need a pizza,
And instead I got a death.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this death and me are through!
We go together,
Like Santa Claus and Mrs.Claus, Like Mrs.Claus and Santa Claus.
Remembered forever,
As miserable miserable miserable ugly-ugly boom de boom de boom.
Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Who invented pants?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the death a joke?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding pizza?
Crying dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those crying nights.
