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Song Parodies -> "We Were De-Pantsed All Night ('My Fair Fiddlegirl', Scene 8 of 16)"
Original Song Title:
"I Could Have Danced All Night"
Original Performer:
My Fair Lady: Lerner / Loewe
Parody Song Title:
"We Were De-Pantsed All Night ('My Fair Fiddlegirl', Scene 8 of 16)"
Parody Written by:
Fiddlegirl and Tommy Turtle
The Lyrics
If you have not yet read Scene 7, please read it before reading this Scene.
If you missed the start of our parody of the entire musical on Wednesday, September 30, 2009, please enjoy it in order!
Scene 1 is here.
Scene 2 is here.
Scene 3 is here.
Scene 4 is here.
Scene 5 is here.
Scene 6 is here.
In our last exciting episode, Ms. DoFiddle's hours and weeks under Professor Tutle's grueling turtleage -- pardon me, Professor Turtle's grueling tutelage -- actually, "turtleage" works rather well, thank you -- finally pay off, as she succeeds with her lessons for the first time. As Scene 7 ended, they were dancing joyfully in celebration. And as sometimes happens in such cases, one thing led to another, and before they even realized what was happening...
FG:
Bed! Bed! We spent all night in bed!
Gave head, love bites, and then I sent him down
Sheep? Sheep?
He gave up sheep tonight
No more does he drool at woolen mound!
We were de-pantsed all night
We nudely pranced all night
On bed, or on the floor
We did a thousand things
We wore out all the springs
No, never did we bore
I don't know just why so much lust, inciting
Perhaps because, Shakespeare, recite
I only know when he
Made real romance with me
I could have stayed de-pantsed
All night!
NEIGHBORS:
It's after two now
List'ning to you now
We'd rather sleep instead
TT:
We were entranced all night
My pole was stanced all night
Allure: a lure: amor
I played the Fiddle's strings
Each felt as though had wings
Off bal-cony, could soar
I'm all aglow; why find her so inviting?
Perhaps 'cause puns, pens partner, bright
I only know when she
Allowed advance from me
Admission grants, my lance
All night!
NEIGHBORS:
Would you shut up, please?
More quiet shtup, please?
We'd like to get some sleep
FG and TT in unison, so to speak :)
Each other: glanced all night
Did things from France all night
Hardcore rapport galore
All these "em-bed-ded" flings
Such climax grand, it brings
Tomorrow, we'll be sore
Above, below; all parts are so delighting
As all the fireworks ignite
We only know when we
Combined FG, TT
We took a chance; enhanced:
Our write!
Oh... my... gosh... What's happening here? Is it sustainable? Is *he* "sustainable"? Tune in to our next exciting episode, and find out!
If you missed the start of our parody of the entire musical on Wednesday, September 30, 2009, please enjoy it in order!
Scene 1 is here.
Scene 2 is here.
Scene 3 is here.
Scene 4 is here.
Scene 5 is here.
Scene 6 is here.
In our last exciting episode, Ms. DoFiddle's hours and weeks under Professor Tutle's grueling turtleage -- pardon me, Professor Turtle's grueling tutelage -- actually, "turtleage" works rather well, thank you -- finally pay off, as she succeeds with her lessons for the first time. As Scene 7 ended, they were dancing joyfully in celebration. And as sometimes happens in such cases, one thing led to another, and before they even realized what was happening...
FG:
Bed! Bed! We spent all night in bed!
Gave head, love bites, and then I sent him down
Sheep? Sheep?
He gave up sheep tonight
No more does he drool at woolen mound!
We were de-pantsed all night
We nudely pranced all night
On bed, or on the floor
We did a thousand things
We wore out all the springs
No, never did we bore
I don't know just why so much lust, inciting
Perhaps because, Shakespeare, recite
I only know when he
Made real romance with me
I could have stayed de-pantsed
All night!
NEIGHBORS:
It's after two now
List'ning to you now
We'd rather sleep instead
TT:
We were entranced all night
My pole was stanced all night
Allure: a lure: amor
I played the Fiddle's strings
Each felt as though had wings
Off bal-cony, could soar
I'm all aglow; why find her so inviting?
Perhaps 'cause puns, pens partner, bright
I only know when she
Allowed advance from me
Admission grants, my lance
All night!
NEIGHBORS:
Would you shut up, please?
More quiet shtup, please?
We'd like to get some sleep
FG and TT in unison, so to speak :)
Each other: glanced all night
Did things from France all night
Hardcore rapport galore
All these "em-bed-ded" flings
Such climax grand, it brings
Tomorrow, we'll be sore
Above, below; all parts are so delighting
As all the fireworks ignite
We only know when we
Combined FG, TT
We took a chance; enhanced:
Our write!
Oh... my... gosh... What's happening here? Is it sustainable? Is *he* "sustainable"? Tune in to our next exciting episode, and find out!
This song, with one slight change, was originally posted on its own on September 4, 2009. Its warm reception at that time played a part in encouraging us to do the entire show. So for all of you "angels" who backed us then, take a bow -- assuming, of course, that you're pleased with the results. :)
© 2009 Fiddlegirl and Tommy Turtle. All rights reserved. E-mail: tomm...@yahoo.com
© 2009 Fiddlegirl and Tommy Turtle. All rights reserved. E-mail: tomm...@yahoo.com
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(Pounding a broom against the ceiling) Hey! We're trying to sleep down here! Knock it off! ;D
I was thinking this would be the subject and now I know why as I probably had it in my head from the earlier posting. Well done and keep on dancing.
(Applauds): Bravo! I remembered reading this last month! It was great the first time, and it still great the second time! Now THAT's what I call an encore! Ditto at OMR's comment! The usual 555 stars for this one!
Mucky buggers! If the missus will let me I think I'll sign up for one-on-one lessons at the Kate Beckinsale School of Parody - wish me the same luck.
Old Man Ribber: You got the picture very well! :)
Timmy1000: Thanks, but actually, TT prefers the above to "dancing" ... oh, you meant figuratively -- gotcha! :-D
Christie Marie M: All those times you've asked for encores, and you finally got your wish! Thanks!
Timmy1000: Thanks, but actually, TT prefers the above to "dancing" ... oh, you meant figuratively -- gotcha! :-D
Christie Marie M: All those times you've asked for encores, and you finally got your wish! Thanks!
Weird.... anyway, Andy, DK Kate, but she must be a hottie -- sure, good luck, Mate! .... and thanks for v/c.
Echoing TT's thanks to OMR, T1K, CMM, and Andy P.! :D
oh my word..oh YOUR words...lol
So, if my laughter lasts more than 4 hours, what the hell kind of physician should I consult?
This was a tricky song to pull off so well and you've pantsed the original marvelously--Bra-o! ('o' in this case stands for 'off'!)
This was a tricky song to pull off so well and you've pantsed the original marvelously--Bra-o! ('o' in this case stands for 'off'!)
alvin: CAPS? TJC, I need a cardiologist! I'm having a heart attack -- that's the second time in four years I've gotten CAPS out of alvin.... the ULTIMATE compliment! :D ....thanks alvin!
TJC: How about a Hardy-Har-Har-dyologist? Or a Hooraydiologist? Laughstroinfestional specialist? Unortho-read-ist? O-dose-laughingologist? Plaughtic surgin'? I-pod-die-atrist? (starting to stretch here -- quit while aheadshrinker) ... TT shouts "Bra-O to FG as often as possible, frequently followed by, "Hip, hip, hooray!" (reaching a sillyac crest here) .. but she has the sweetest assetabulum... please don't take any of this cliniclitterally! .... thanks for v/c as always, and if I had one of those four-hour things in the ads you're referring to, I wouldn't call my doctor, I'd call a long list of eager women!
TJC: How about a Hardy-Har-Har-dyologist? Or a Hooraydiologist? Laughstroinfestional specialist? Unortho-read-ist? O-dose-laughingologist? Plaughtic surgin'? I-pod-die-atrist? (starting to stretch here -- quit while aheadshrinker) ... TT shouts "Bra-O to FG as often as possible, frequently followed by, "Hip, hip, hooray!" (reaching a sillyac crest here) .. but she has the sweetest assetabulum... please don't take any of this cliniclitterally! .... thanks for v/c as always, and if I had one of those four-hour things in the ads you're referring to, I wouldn't call my doctor, I'd call a long list of eager women!
Sounds more like deep pants all night. ;-)
blackjack21 : Not to mention throat....
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