Cover me, on my run,
Cover me, you're much higher,
Something just shot down my wing,
Now he'll come after me,
Cover me, someone please,
< Chorus >
Ahh ah, ah, ah, Alt. Monkey
Monke-eke,
Monkey,
If I had E I could have,
Shot the Monkey,
Bang, bang
< v2 >
Plug the Jug,
Don't turn with a Yak,
You can rope the dope,
I've read about that,
there is one thing I can be sure of,
He has 10k or more . . .
Darn it, feel like a flunky with this Monkey
< Repeat Chorus >
Shot the Monkey,
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, Bang-bang,
< B1 >
(Monkey) He's never turning,
(Monkey) Is my plane Burning? (ahhhaaa)
(Monkey) If we were co-alt, he would run like a vermin,
shot, shot, shot,
Watch the Monkey go vert. - Monkey
< v3 >
Cover me, I'm RTB,
Cover me, I'm losing E
You think you may just make it home,
Meet the Monkey and DOH!
Cover me, someone please,
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, Bang-bang
< b2 >
(Monkey) Options fading,
(Monkey) He's just waiting,
(Monkey) And my WEP is draining!
Shot, shot, shot
Watch the Monkey go vert - Monkey
Shot the Monkey (x2)
Shot the Monkey? Too high! (x7)
Shot the Monkey?
TOO HIGH!
End.
I'm done, your glad, don't like? so sad. smile.gif
+Phnx
< There's something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear >
Sympathy For The Devil (by the Stones or GnR, whatever floats you boat). So,
in the way I distroy EVERYTHING that I touch, I distroyed this too smile.gif
So, without further ado, here is "SeenMany Forked Tail Devils?" or
"The Song". One final note . . . the part where they go "Hoo
hoo" . . . just insert a soft "Bang" after that, and you'll get
the full effect of the song . . so here goes:
< V1 >
Please allow us to introduce ourselves,
We are men who, fly 38s,
We've been around for a few months now,
As our message board, would indicate,
We were around when STS,
Was an Az and wore 98,
We make damn sure our pilots,
Hit the Targets, we designate,
< Chorus >
If we defeat you, don't you go insane (oh no),
Are we puzzling you with the, plus marks on our names?
< V2 >
We flew so long in Cz Land,
That we decided it was a time for a change,
Been seen in Yaks and a Jug or two,
As we've screamed into, gun range,
We've bombed a tank, pulled a zooming bank,
As the Neutrals fell, and the drunkards sank!
< Repeat Chorus >
< V3 >
We've laughed with glee while the babbit dweebs,
Augered countlessly, just below our feet,
We shouted out, "Who got the Killski?"
When Dead swooped down, and said, "It was me!"
Let us please introduce ourselves,
We all fly this P-38!
We've laid traps for unsuspecting groups,
As we came down on them from 20k!
< Repeat Chorus >
< V4 >
Just as throttle chops will slow down a dive,
And Flaps increase a turning rate,
At this time you'll know we're, elusive,
By the way we, operate,
So if you meet us, please be ready,
For there may be, no escape,
Use all your well learned pilot skills,
Or we will lay your Land to waste!
< Repeat chorus >
END
Hope you enjoyed smile.gif
+Phnx
< Nobody knows da trouble I seen . . . >
"Oh, Yo! Chity's Chity Bang Bang,"
"Chity's Chity Bang Bang,"
"We need you!"
"We are, slow don't you know,"
"So Chity's Chity Bang Bang,"
"Please come through!"
"High or Low,"
"fighting to and fro"
"We're hoping we can depend!"
"Bang-Bang em Chity's Chity Bang Bang"
"That fine 2 engined friend,"
"Bang-bang em Chity's Chity Bang Bang"
"Our Fine Two Engined . . .Chity's Chity Bang Bang, Chity's Chity Bang
Bang . . Fine 2 Engined . . Chity Chity Bang!"
+Chit shot down
Ah, that's all the song I know. Sorry smile.gif
+Phnx
< Roger and Hamerstien, eat your heart out! >
Ballroom Blitz
+Phnx 11-2-97
Oh +Rip’s been getting so hot, chasing down the TOS offending dweebs,
My eyes have seen the +Lost one, punting every fragger that he sees,
And the man in the back,
He’s ready to act,
He’s +Stgy and he’s watching you son,
That guy in the corner,
that's waving the flag. If he don't shut up he'll get tossed on his bumm,
Oh yeah!
And there in my Lightning, In the text there was fighting,
And the words weren’t improving, so began the removing!
< chorus >
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
And the man in the back said boys it’s time to act,
and it turned into a dumping blitz,
and the +Lost one retorted, “+Rip I better warn you,”
This is gonna be a dumping blitz,
dumping blitz.
dumping blitz
I don’t think that they fly much, less it’s filming fraggers do
the do,
Said Lost, “This is a warning, swear in here and I’ll will punt
you too!”
And the man in the back, he was checking the cracks, to see if any got by,
And +Rip just reported that AOL dumped him, and get back he’ll certainly
try,
The field is electric, but the rules aren’t defective,
So you will be leaving, if it’s TOS you are heaving!
< Chorus >
< Break >
The field is electric, but the rules aren’t defective,
So you will be leaving, if it’s TOS you are heaving!
< Chorus >
It’s, it’s a dumping blitz
To the tune of Barry Manilow's 'Copacabana' :
+Mir 11-2-97
Her name was Fuxy, HE was a fly-girl,
With a joystick in her hand she always clutched it like a man,
She would show photos, of nakid ladies,
But while she tried to get a date
CHIT took up his 38
Across the cyberskies, where CHIT's wings often died,
They both conversed about the Nomads,
She always wanted more
< Chorus >
In the arena, of RR Europe,
She promised pics of her in stirups.
In the arena, of RR Eur-ope,
He She and It always threw giant fits
In the arena ... She fell in love.
His name was Lost, he held the powers
He told someone not to swear when he saw Fuxy there.
He smiled at her, and checked her handle,
'Mrs. Lost' is what it said,
She motioned to the bed
She showed him photos too and told him 'I want you!'
But CHIT yelled and pointed and screamed,
"Look at her family jewels!"
< Chorus >
Her name was Fuxy, HE was a fly-girl,
But that stopped a week ago when F4 exposed her little show,
And now she's vanished, along with her website,
Took the pictures of the girl
That was the center of her world.
And now farce is done, alone she must've run,
But the pictures that she gave away show
Some amazing buns,
< Chorus >
Well, I took one of my favorite songs (even though I have yet to figure out
all the words) and KILLED IT for your viewing pleasure. Hope you have as much
trouble trying to sing it as I did trying to write it. LOL
So, without further delay, let me show, for your viewing pleasure, the words
to "There's No Spins In RR And We Know (But I'm Still Dying)" sung
to the tune of "It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I feel Fine)",
by R.E.M. Don't say I didn't warn you Oh, yeah! It's best to play the song while
reading it. You'll get the full effect then smile.gif
That’s great! We merged at 16k,
Az and Cz, and +38s,
+Dead just pinged me in the fray . . .
I have a heavy plane, Dumping so I can turn,
Diving so I’ll grab speed, Loops robbing my E,
Slow it down a notch, please, Brake, no flaps,
the latter just got hammered, no fear I’ll roll right,
higher then I’ll fire, ripping bullets into his plane,
Hope my wing helps conspire, finish of this fight,
Next a Nomad dragging in a hurry in a flurry diving for the deck,
Gee my gauges blurry, double S, what a crock, look at that!
Warp plane! FINE! Then . . . Oh, Doh! Over? no!
Watching all the counters, go to short view, sprayed a burst, serves you right
fool,
just what I need, spotted a few more Cz,
Tell me should we rabbit, alt, or just turn and fight? Fight?!?
My wing got it, Idiotic, slam dunk, spit sunk, feeling pretty psyched!
< Chorus >
There’s no spins in RR and we know it,
(there) there’s no spins in RR and we know it,
(There) there’s no spins in RR and we know it,
But I’m still dying
6 O’clock, tracers fire, overshot, now retired,
Crash and burn, kill earn, pull a 8-g turn,
Bracket em, uniformly, buff burning, Stang running,
Az are at a lower fate, Roping them is really great,
Start a camera, fire! watch em crash down, crash down,
“+Sty get a bus! Rush!”, Oh no! More Cz
Dots here, up there, regroup and steer clear,
Turn with em, and turn with em, Turn until they die!
Offer my a snap shot, offer me a lead-shot, so I don’t fry!
< Chorus >
I’m still dying.
< break >
(Now I’ll have to log back on)
< Chorus >
The other night I flew divine, counting Nomads by my side,
+Mir’s here, get high, “+F4, +CRAZ, CLIMB!”
+CBR and +Jase left, wonder if we’ll see the rest,
+Werk and +Tiff are wingmates, +Chit, +Lost, +Rip, wait!
Sudden panic, Just how can it? Slam Dump? RATS! Right? Right!
< Course >
(Now I’ll have to log back on)
< repeat . . . fade >
Ok, for you younger and older generation of dwee. . . er AW folk, I did two
quickies for you. The first one is to the tune of "Spoonman" by Sound
Garder (Fox, you should know this one )
The second one is to the tune of "Bad Moon Rising" by CCR (+CBR, +Tiff, you should know this one )
So first, it's "Spinman":
< verse1 >
See the kill that you can’t land!
Seal your fate by hitting land, Spinman,
Find that you are not alone!
Falling like a wingless stone, Spinman
< Chorus >
Spinman! Landing is not in your plan,
Tell me!, How does one fly in FR land?
Tell me!
< Verse2 >
Every plane that you fight wins,
Scale your stick you still see red, Spinman
Blackouts have become your friend,
They visit when you raise your nose, Spinman
< Chorus >
Tell! Tell me! Tell me! < x2 >
Come on, come on, come on < x4 >
Pull out!!!!!!! Come on . . . .
< Musical break >
Come baby pull out < x8 >
< Chorus >
See the kill that you can’t land!
Seal your fate by hitting land, Spinman,
********************************************
And now, it's "Mad +Mir Rising":
< Verse 1 >
I see a Mad +Mir a rising,
You Cz, trouble’s on the way,
He flies a Lockheed Lightning,
Climbing to almost 40k,
< Chorus >
Don’t climb to the fight,
Cause he will end your flight,
there’s a Mad +Mir on the rise,
< Verse 2 >
I read Macros as they’re flowing,
I know their end is coming soon,
Tracers are suddenly a-flow’n,
Rope’n is what I think he’s doing,
< Chorus >
< Break >
< Verse 3 >
Hope you have your head together,
Or else, you very well may die,
Tactics may decide if whether,
One pass will shoot you from the sky,
< Chorus x2 >
This one didn't quite turn out the way I wanted, but Hey, every dork has his
moments. So, here it is. "Nomadian Rhopsody", sung to the tune of
"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. Sorry about the name of the song, but
I couldn't think of anything else to call it. So: here goes:
Is this our squad night?
Will that plane B and Z?
This guy won’t turn fight,
He’ll escape with his greater E,
Up late at night, Guess we need a life, I’d think,
I’m just a poor Mad, beer’s almost empty,
Oh well, cause, here I come, there I go,
Start out high, diving low,
Channel one: "You Mads blow”,
But it doesn’t mater to me,
You see . . .
Oh my! I just killed +Band!
Just filled his butt with lead, he flew right into my spread,
Come on! The fight’s just begun,
But now I just blew my wingman away!
Come on! D’oooohhhhhhhh,
Didn’t mean to make him die,
If he’s not back real soon, I think I’ll auger,
On my run, on my run,
Wonder if it really maters.
Too late, the attack’s begun,
I dove down for my line,
Hope I drop my bombs in time,
“Good flight, everybody, We’d better go,
“Meet at B79, we’ll wait for you”
Oh my! D’ooooohhhhh,
Think I’m gonna die,
Mads all left, I think I’m gonna stall!
< musical break >
I see the little silloueto of a Yak,
Gonna loop, gonna loop, then you shoot him down, Pinged you!
Thunderbolts or Lightnings, “your flying’s rather frightening, Dweeb!”
Gotta yo-yo (gotta yo-yo), Gotta yo-yo (gotta yo-yo), Gotta yo-yo here we go,
Am I too low-o-o-o?
I’m just a poor Mad, why do they hunt me?
He’s just a poor Mad, has no skills we can see,
Where did he learn how to be such a dweeb?
Engine’s out, ammo’s low, no place I can go,
< Esc > P, No! I think that I’m too low,
Too damn low,
< Esc > P, I think that I’m too low,
Too damn low!
< Esc > P, I think that I’m too low,
Too damn low!
Think I’m too low, too damn low, too damn low
Never, never, never get that low -o -o -o,
No no no no no no no!
Oh can’t you see, oh can’t you see ah,
That the dweeb is gonna blow,
Cz all must see that the Nomads have forgoton me, oh me, oh gee!!!!
< musical Break >
So I think it’s a Deathstar that I’m gonna fly,
Don’t care who chin guns, cause I think we all will die!
Hey maybe, can we can do something crazy,
Just gotta get alt, just gotta get alt while in here-ah.
Oooooooooo
Ooo yeah, Ooo yeah,
Guess it just don’t mater,
Cause I’m just a dweeb,
Nothing really maters,
cause I will just splatter,
you see. . . .
Damn I think my screen froze . . .
The Nomads Tale
By Joe Alonzo
(Sung to the tune of American Pie by Don McLean)
A long, long time ago,
I can remember nights I played, and AOL charged by the hour
But I knew if I took the time,
Really practiced my VR flying,
That maybe I could kill once in a while,
My monthly bill was a hundred or two,
Yet I still just flew and flew,
With Shiva, Band and Tiffy there,
I learned about air warfare,
I can't recall just when I tired,
To take a lightning for a ride,
Then soon I was asked to come inside,
Where I earned my plus sign,
(Refrain)
So, oh my, where goes the time,
From AOL to Kesmai,
Then EA gave a try,
And Nomad boys from the basement decry,
Saying, guess I'll go to AH to fly,
Guess I'll go to AH and fly,
Did you read the book by Shaw,
Can you survive a mass fur ball,
How about a one on one?
Did you ever fight with +Dead,
He always pinged me head to head,
But he taught me how to turn so well,
I was there the day we flew in Yaks,
And Jug flights were quite the laugh,
Flew goonies to the B-fields,
Filled the sky with Drunks and bailed
We were a gaggle of 38 dweebs,
The best damn squadron, we believed,
And I don't think we were deceived,
We're bound by a plus sign,
(Refrain)
Now +Mir and +Tiff, they ran the show,
And no one winged quite like +Mako,
Com check, +Lost, where are you?
There was +Fox, +F4 , +Craz and +Rip,
+CBR, +Zute and +Wep,
+Jabr's messages confused,
+Peli, +Lone, +Chit and +Map,
+Mia, +Werk, +Luck and +Sax,
+Stgy flew the bus,
I think I heard +Band cuss,
+Impr and +Jase, those two could kill,
+Peli and +Dizy , played at Auger Hill,
+Chit and +Rino ran the still,
We're dweebs with the plus signs.
We loved winging,
(Refrain)
+Wspr, +Stng, and +Lear high cover,
+Moss picked bomb targets for the others,
15k and diving in....
+Boat and +Lear's bombs dropped wide,
+Yams just augered and +Smok just died,
My flaps are stuck, +Fish yelled above the din
Our squad nights seemed to be confused,
And altitude was soon abused,
Monkeys ruled the sky,
Oh, that's no way to fly!
Turn and burn became old news,
We learned to drag and watch our views,
I guess we should have seen the clues,
But we all wore plus signs,
(refrain)
It started on the message boards,
Complaints about the monkey hordes,
Takes too long to get that high,
As it was, we were flying less and less,
Our squadron looking quite the mess,
'Cause we didn't have the time,
We watched as Nomads went to Quake,
Or Ultima and other games,
Despite a valiant effort,
Our Air Warrior presence waned,
Our flights would take us past midnight,
But now no one showed up to fight,
And Macro dweebs claimed their right,
There weren't any plus signs
And they were singing
(refrain)
Do you remember Vagabonds?
And the story of agent Junk Bond?
Or Da Lemmings watchful eye?
When AOL when unlimited,
Connection seemed prohibited,
And rates of warps and dumps was high
Folk like Kanth entered the scene,
Or Ken J with his B-17,
Monthly fees were climbing,
The death bell started chiming,
We scattered to new ISPs,
E-mail addresses hard to read
Half the mail, I don't think reaches me.
Sent from those plus signed guys
(Refrain)