-> "Part D - Johnny D"
Original Song Title:
"Don't Cry For Me Argentina"
Parody Song Title:
"Part D - Johnny D"
The Lyrics
[ THE BLUE SPOT FADES TO BLACK. THE STAGE IS DARK ]
NARRATOR
There is however one co-star who proves to be Angelina's match. His name is Brad Pitt. Angelina and Brad start seeing each other away from the set. They laugh together, play together, and Angelina tries to show Brad what a desirable match she is
ANGELINA
I just love frolicking through the dunes with you Brad, and bonking in African villagers huts, and adopting Cambodian children. And I can't wait to trek through this alligator-infested Brazilian rain-forest with you. I am so happy.
BRAD
I'm happy too, Ange, but maybe we should start on something easier – on terrain that's been plowed and peeled for instance.
I fear the spruce and pine-needle-infested trees here may be very dangerous.
ANGELINA
(laughing)
Oh Braddles! Don't be so boring!
[ A BLUE SPOT FADES UP, HIGHLIGHTING A SINGLE CHAIR IN THE MIDDLEOF AN EMPTY STAGE. BRAD PITT IS SITTING ON THE CHAIR ]
"Don't Fight The Trees, Angelina"
Parody by Johnny D
BRAD
You think Pitt's boring
You think Pitt's lame
When he hikes through terrain plowed and peeled
That high hill's weeds are tough under all that bright sun
You don't believe me
All you still see is a hill you waltz to
Although you're dressed up for the climb
The sticks of the forest want you
It's bad to step in branches
They'll snap you pain
Wood'll spray sylvan strife 'round your heels
Hiking deep in the forest, staying out of the sun
Don't fight those tree-farms
Stumbling around, crying "OUCH! A damn spruce!"
Bushwhacking's distressing and hard
Pines never expected you to
Don't fight the trees, Angelina
The spruce is a clever deft dude
All through your wild day,
Why battle twigs, and,
Cry for my compass,
To read your distance?
You ask for torture
You ask for pain
For levers of pine to jab in
Oh it seems to me, girl, pain is all you desire
You'll get contusions
Trees pun-ish intrusions of bushwhackin' freaks
The trail map was here all the time
Fol-low blue
And or-ange blaz-ings
Don't fight the trees, Angelina...
( --- interlude --- )
Don't fight the trees, Angelina
The spruce twigs will never let you
All through your climb-day,
Why battle sticks, and,
Cry "Where's my compass,
To read for distance?"
Map, I read it wrong
There's something more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is watch your feet to know
that scary cliff
tricked
youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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