This is a song parody based on Bowling for Soup's 1985. I hope you like it and I hope you review. Enjoy!


Erik just hit the wall
He never had it all.
Morphine everyday
Someday he'll make them pay.
His life went out the door
When he turned thirty-four
Since his angel ran
What happened to his plan?

He was gonna be a singer
He was gonna be a star
He was gonna compose an opera
And go really far.
All his memories
Are now the enemies
Looks at his miserable life
And nothing has been all right
Since

Don Juan, Il Muto,
Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and Notes
Music still inside his soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's a danger,
But he's too preoccupied with 18…18…1875.

He knows all the classics.
He knows every line.
Il Muto, Hannibal,
Even Masquerade.
He sang with Christine,
Not a big Piangi fan.
Hoped he'd get with her
Until the fop showed up.

Wears an awesome black cloak.
Wait, why's Christine dancin' in the ballet?
When did fantasy become reality?
Whatever happened to
César, gold arms,
Behind the magic mirror.

Don Juan, Il Muto,
Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and Notes
Music still inside his soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's a danger,
But he's too preoccupied with 18…18…1875.

He hates time.
Make it stop.
When did Fop de Chagny
Steal Christine's heart?
And when did Carlotta
Become a singer?
Please make her stop…stop…stop!
And bring back

Don Juan, Il Muto,
Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and Notes
Music still inside his soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's a danger,
But he's too preoccupied with 18…18…1875.

Don Juan, Il Muto,Waiting for his angel
There was Red Death and Notes
Music still inside his soul
His managers
In Paris
Still think that he's a danger,
But he's too preoccupied with 18…18…1875.