Well, after scouring through the board for this topic, I suppose it must have gotten pruned. So I'd like to ask first if this topic can be stickied.
Basically this is replacing song lyrics with our own, but made such that they fit either Spamville events or fukufics. This thread is what won Pat his little crown.
Now, I'm going to start off with a bit of a repost, but redone to include some of the newer Residents of Spamville... (Also, I couldn't find the original)
Spammaster Guy
(Original Lyrics: American Pie by Don McLean)
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How the old crew used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could blow up HQ and dance
And, maybe, I’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every post that I’d deliver.
Slow movement was now the buzz;
I had no clue where I was.
There was no chance that I cried
When I heard about his special bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day Black Dragon died.
So bye-bye, mister Spammaster guy.
Stag was ejected out the airlock,
But the air was a lie.
And Contra's good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you Crown Pat the King of Stuff,
Or have you just had enough,
I know I haven't it isn't so.
Do you believe in Stan's little Hell,
Can Stacy turn you into a catgirl with a bell,
And can Neko- die a death real slow?
Well, I know that Acey's in love him
`cause I saw her glompin’ in the gym.
He tried to run away.
Man, Hard to get he tried to play.
I was a single posting shapeshifting shmuck
With a bit of power at a lot of luck,
But I knew life was going to suck
The day the Black Dragon died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, mister Spammaster guy."
Stag was ejected out the airlock,
But the air was a lie.
And Contra's good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for two years we’ve been on our own
And spam grows lazy due to Rl's groan,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When Jester blew up the Mage Star's beam,
And Truk threw a spork at James Dean
And Moony's plan started to glean,
Oh, and while Ol' Pat was looking down,
DIO stole his paper crown.
Wolfie's funness was to be learned;
And funicide was returned.
And while Skaarj blew up the moon on a lark,
Screwball set up his shop in the park,
And I broke his register in the dark
The day Black Dragon died.
We were singing,
bye-bye, mister Spammaster guy.
Stag was ejected out the airlock,
But the air was a lie.
And Contra's good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Acey, Terra, and other brides of the Mazoku.
All tried for a marital coup,
To break it Shinji caused a blast.
Legozilla stomped on grass.
While Trimatter posted on some glass,
With Ranma getting in a fuku real fast.
Now the ice cream started to dissappear
And things weren't all too clear.
We all got confused,
Oh, what a clever ruse!
`cause the plushies tried to take the 'ville;
But none of us could be killed.
God modders antics were spilled
The day Black Dragon died?
We started singing
bye-bye, mister Spammaster guy.
Stag was ejected out the airlock,
But the air was a lie.
And Contra's good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
Somehow completely lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Spok be nimble! Mets post quick!
Sisterhood crammed down with just a lick
'Cause the fuku is Stacy's longtime friend.
Oh, and as I watched her in her lab
My hands shook in fear of drag.
No Master of Spamville
Could remove that blasted spell.
And as the magic hit Bliss's height
To force him to become her right,
I saw Sunny laughing with delight
The day the Black Dragon died
She was singing,
bye-bye, mister Spammaster guy.
Stag was ejected out the airlock,
But the air was a lie.
And Contra's good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I acquired a crystal that was shaded in blues
And I asked it for some happy news
But it gave me a menu and poofed away.
I went down to HQ's door
Where I’d seen the others years before,
But the man there said they all had gone away
And in the streets: no children screamed,
No lovers cried, and spammers dreamed.
But not a word was posted;
The blasted Succubi were all roasted.
And the three men I admire most:
Stag, Jester, and Contra's post,
They all then refused to post
The day Black Dragon died.
And they were singing,
bye-bye, mister Spammaster guy.
Stag was ejected out the arlock,
But the air was a lie.
And Contra's good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
bye-bye, mister Spammaster guy.
Stag was ejected out the arlock,
But the air was a lie.
And Contra's good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."




