  
Beadonatian Rhapsody (a parody) 
Posted By: Chuckles 
Date: 4 November 2004, 1:47 PM
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Parody of Bohemian Rhapsody     by Queen. This parody was written about a member of our gaming group (the Grand Rapids Frag Pile) who went by the name Nate or Simjanes. Nate/Simjanes (the best in our group with a pistol or sniper rifle) won a game by a large margin and made the mistake of blurting out, "I'll sit this next one out guys, I mean, I won by eleven—that's ridiculous!" Ever since then if one of us yells "I've got a bead on Nate!" everyone is supposed to leave you alone and get out of your way so you can waste him. In our group wasting a sniper is called "Juicing Snipe". Enjoy. 
  BEADONATIAN RHAPSODY     By Chuckles the Clown    
  [nate/simjanes]         Is this for real guys     Is this just fantasy     I won in a landslide     So much for humility     Open your eyes, look up at the screen and see     You just play poor boys, you have my sympathy     Because you're easy come, easy go     I score high, you score low     Anyway, I'll play slow, so that you can keep up with me, with me    
  [nate victim]         Mama, I was just killed again     Someone shooting at my head, tried to find him, now I'm dead     Mama, I had just respawned     But now he's gone and blown it all away     Mama, oooh, it is mean to pistol snipe     If I get fragged again it's time to sorrow     I'll respawn, I'll respawn, as if trying really matters    
  [nate/simjanes]         Too late, your time has come     Sends shivers down my spine, scores I'm making all the time    
  Goodbye, everybody, I'd better go     Gotta give you all a chance to learn to shoot     Haha, oooh, I don't have to try     I sometimes wish you guys were a challenge at all    
  [frag pile crowd/nate simjanes]         I see a little pistol-sniper of a man     I do too, I do too, do you have a good angle?     There he is he's camping, everyone I got a bead!     (Get him Chuckles.) Get him Chuckles. (Get him Chuckles.) Get him Chuckles, Get him Chuckles, Finito     Magnifico    
  I score high, you score low, I had better go.     We kill ya! No, we will not let you go     (Let me go!) We kill ya! We will not let you go.     (Let me go!) We kill ya! We will not let you go.     (Let me go!) Will not let you go.     (Let me go!) Will not let you go. (Let me go!) Ah.     No, no, no, no, no, no, no.    
  (Oh come-a-here, come-a-here) come-a-here, we'll frag you so.     Lexicus has a rocket set aside for me, for me, for me!    
  So you think you can juice me and spit on my pride?     So you think you can snipe me and leave me to die?     No, baby, can't do this to me baby,     Just gotta get clowns, just gotta get clowns outta here    
  Fragging really matters, anyone got a bead?     Fragging really matters,     Fragging really matters to me.     Any way you juice snipe. 
  C.T. Clown 
  
  
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