Dirge: This may be the last chapter here! :( Why? Because I ran out of songs long ago, and am now running on fumes, and the fumes are reviews and requests. Sorry, people, I just don't know what to write.
So here, our (probably) last song, sung by Gir.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gir (of course) but I DO own this song!!! And it is with GREAT and ADMIRABLE please that I present to you... THE TWINKIE SONG.
That makes the Twinkies
The guy that sells me Twinkies
That eats the Twinkies
Fa fa away from Twinkies!
I think I'll have a Twinkie
No thanks I'll have a Twinkie
And it all goes back to
Dirge: I think that is an admirable ending to our admirable songfic collection!
Gir: TWINKIES! I love them Gooooood...
Dirge: So do I, Gir. So do I.
So, you all know the Do ra mi fa so la ti do song? Doe, a deer, a female deer, ray, a pot of golden sun... and so on. This song is written to the tune of that song. A GREAT WAY TO ANNOY YOUR PARENTS- sing this. All the time. Trust me, they WILL grow to hate it. My parents won't even buy Twinkies now :)
Love ya all!
Dirge for the Dead
---uploaded November 27, 2009, 12:32 am---