By Woody <dsw19882003@yahoo.com>
Rated: G
Submitted: July, 2009
Summary: This is a songfic to a familiar oldie.
Story Size: 508 words (3Kb as text)
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Notes: This idea was inspired by D8a’s mention of the song on the “Bet you can’t do this song” thread under FoLC Productions. Notice how many lines I didn’t have to change.
Disclaimers: The lyrics and song belong to Ray Stevens, I just borrowed them to play with.
Archive EIC’s Note: Please note that any errors in punctuation and spelling have been deliberately included by the author to reflect the way in which the song is sung by the recording artist.
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Hello, everybody, this is your action news reporter With all the news that is news across the nation. On the scene at the supermarket, There seems to have been some disturbance here. Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did…I was standing over there by the tomatoes And here he come Flying o’er the pole beans, o’er the fruits and vegetables Flying like a bluebird And I hollered over at Ethel…I said hey, look, Ethel. It was too late; she’d been looking at incense…
(Chorus) Here he comes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy There he goes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy And he ain’t wearin’ much clothes
Oh yes, they call him Blue Streak Fastest thing on two feet (maybe) He’s just as proud as he can be Of his killer body He’s gonna give us a peek Oh yes, they call him Blue Streak He likes to show off his physique If there’s a rescue to be found He’ll be streakin’ around Providin’ public relief…
This is your action news reporter once again And we’re here at the gas station. Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did…I was just in here gettin’ my tires checked And he just appeared over the traffic Come streakin’ around the grease rack there Didn’t stay very long, but he smiled. I looked in there and Ethel was gettin’ her a cold drink I hollered…Hey, look, Ethel. It was too late…She’d already missed the dude. Saw a flash of blue from in front of the shock absorbers.
(Chorus) He ain’t rude, boogie-dy, boogie-dy He ain’t lewd, boogie-dy, boogie-dy He’s just in the mood to fly for some food.
Oh yes, they call him Blue Streak He wears a cape to hide his cheeks He’s always making the news Wearin’ just his suit of blue Guess you could call him unique…
Once again, your action news reporter in the booth at the gym Covering the disturbance at the basketball playoffs Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did…half-time, I was just going down there To get Ethel a snow cone. Here he come right out of the cheap seats Flying’…right down the middle of the court Didn’t have on nothin’ but his suit Rescued a bird and flew over the concession stand I hollered up at Ethel, I said hey, look, Ethel. It was too late…She’d missed a free shot. Profiled…Right there in front of the home team.