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  • You Terrorist You!

    Posted by Shannon Love on November 11th, 2004 (All posts by )

    Well, Arafat shuffling off of his no doubt grimy mortal coil provoked the following ditty.

    To the the tune of “(I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead) You Rascal You” Sam Theard; 1931 (Lyrics, MIDI via Doc Wilson’s Ragtime MIDI files)


    Oh, I’m glad that you’re dead, you terrorist you!
    Oh, I’m glad that you’re dead, you terrorist you!
    You’re rotting in your grave, a lot of lives that will save,
    Oh, I’m glad that you’re dead, you terrorist you!

    You fooled a lot folks, you terrorist you!
    You fooled a lot folks, you terrorist you!
    Leftists everywhere, like to kiss your derriere
    So, I’m glad that you’re dead, you terrorist you!

    You stole a lot of dough, you terrorist you!
    You stole a lot of dough, you terrorist you!
    The folks at the E.U. want to have a word with you,
    So it’s too bad that you’re dead, you terrorist you!

    Now we can have some peace, you terrorist you!
    Now we can have some peace, you terrorist you!
    If we can’t get a peace, your successors we will grease,
    So be glad that you’re dead, you terrorist you!

    Wish they’d hung you on a tree, you terrorist you!
    Wish they’d hung you on a tree, you terrorist you!
    Wish they’d hung you on a tree, then shipped your body C.O.D.
    Still, I’m glad that you’re dead, you terrorist you!

    Feel free to add additional verses in the comments.

     

    2 Responses to “You Terrorist You!”

    1. Mike Walsh Says:

      Or:

      He’s gone where the goblins go,
      Below, below, below!
      Yo-ho! Yo-ho! Yo-ho! Let’s sing,
      And ring the bells, for:
      Ding-dong, the derry-o,
      Sing it high! Sing it low!
      Let them know
      That Arafat is dead!

    2. Robert Schwartz Says:

      The Whole Scene:

      MCS—Glinda looks to f.g. and speaks—Munchkins in b.g. —

      GLINDA
      The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!

      LS—Dorothy in carriage—Glinda standing on dais at left—carriage
      moves toward b.g. followed by procession of soldiers—CAMERA BOOMS
      forward as carriage turns and comes toward f.g.—Munchkins sing and
      dance —

      MUNCHKINS
      (sing)
      Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
      Which old Witch?
      The Wicked Witch!
      Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
      Wake up, you sleepy head.
      Rub your eyes
      Get out of bed.
      Wake up, the Wicked…

      MLS—Dorothy in carriage—CAMERA PANS right slightly with her—she
      exits right as procession of soldiers enter and march to right—CAMERA
      TRUCKS back —

      MUNCHKINS
      (sing)
      …Witch is dead!
      She’s gone where the Goblins go
      Below…Below…Below
      Yo—ho, let’s open up and sing
      And ring the bells out.
      Ding Dong! The merry-oh!
      Sing it high
      Sing it….

      LS—Carriage with Munchkins following—CAMERA TRUCKS back slightly as
      carriage comes forward to steps at right —

      MUNCHKINS
      (sing)
      …low
      Let them know
      The Wicked Witch is dead!

      MLS—Three Heralds move forward from building—Mayor enters and comes
      forward followed by Barrister and City Fathers—CAMERA BOOMS back over
      Dorothy in carriage in f.g.—Mayor moves to carriage—Dorothy steps
      from the carriage and Mayor leads her toward the b.g. —

      MCS—Dorothy and Mayor—Mayor leads her to Barrister and City Fathers
      — turns and speaks—Barrister and City Fathers and Mayor sing —

      MAYOR
      As Mayor of the Munchkin City
      In the County of the Land of Oz
      I welcome you most regally

      BARRISTER
      But we’ve got to verify it legally
      To see…

      MAYOR
      To see?

      BARRISTER
      If she…

      MAYOR
      If she?

      BARRISTER
      Is morally, ethic’ly

      FATHER NO. 1
      Spiritually, physically

      FATHER NO. 2
      Positively, absolutely

      ALL OF GROUP
      Undeniably and reliably
      Dead!

      MCS—Glinda on dais of fountain—she looks o.s. to f.g. and smiles —

      MLS—Coroner moves up steps toward the r.f.g.—CAMERA PANS right
      slightly as he moves to Mayor and Dorothy—unrolls scroll and sings —
      scroll reads: CERTIFICATE OF DEATH —

      CORONER
      As Coroner, I must aver
      I thoroughly examined her.
      And she’s not only merely dead,
      She’s really, most sincerely dead.

      MLS—Dorothy, Mayor, Barrister and City Fathers—Mayor steps forward
      and looks to the f.g. and sings —

      MAYOR
      Then this is a day of Independence
      For all the Munchkins and their descendants!

      BARRISTER
      If any!

      MAYOR
      Yes, let the joyous news be spread.

      LS—Mayor, Dorothy, Barrister, City Fathers and Munchkins gathered at
      steps—Mayor speaks—Munchkins cheer and dance —

      MAYOR
      The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!

      MUNCHKINS
      (sing)
      Ding Dong! The Witch is dead.
      Which old witch?
      The Wicked Witch!

      MLS—Munchkins move up steps to the left—CAMERA BOOMS up with them
      and holds on kids sleeping in nest—BOOMS on and then down as Munchkins
      come forward from between huts and sing and dance —

      MUNCHKINS
      (sing)
      Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead!
      Wake up, you sleepy head!
      Rub your eyes,
      Get out of bed.
      Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead!
      She’s gone where the Goblins go
      Below…below…below.
      Yo ho, let’s open up and sing,
      And ring the bells out.
      Ding Dong! The merry-oh!
      Sing it high,
      Sing it low.
      Let them know
      The Wicked Witch is dead!