Author Topic: AH song adaptions/parodys (Read 5863 times)

jonnyb · « **Reply #45 on:** October 21, 2003, 03:01:09 PM »

Well this just killed about 30 minutes at work....

This is great stuff guys...

Shane · « **Reply #46 on:** October 23, 2003, 11:58:39 AM »

to the tune of "Hang Fire" by the Rolling Stones

"Spitfire"

In the sweet old arena where I come from
Historical setups never work
Yeah gangbangs are fun
See spitfire, see spitfire
You know flying axis is a full time job
I don't need the aggravation
You're a donkey slob
U spitfire, U spitfire
Spitfire, flying so higher

We've got nothing to bomb
We got nowhere to pork
Nothing to sink
We just lost our perks
I'm on the deck
They're always higher
Say what the hell
Say what the hell, spitfire
Spitfire, spitfire, flyin' so higher
Doo doo doo

Take a thousand perks see what you can do
Put it all on a 262
Spitfire, Spitfire, flyin' so higher

Shane · « **Reply #47 on:** October 31, 2003, 02:32:07 AM »

by Arlo

My Peepee
(Sung to the tune of "My Ding-A-Ling" by Chuck Berry)

When shane was
a little bitty boy
his mommy bought him a brand new toy
a joystick to hook to his pc
hoping he would let go of his peepee

little did she realize
that once shane took to the virtual skies
the joystick he held so tightly
had just replaced his widdle peepee

oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepee

now shane's learned a trick or two online
he flies like a bird, he shoots so fine
he racks up kills very quickly
gives him more time to measure his peepee

oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepee

he knows he's great, can kill his foes
he's just not quite sure everyone knows
so he grew another hand to type
non-stop smack and lots of hype

oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepe

if you shoot down shane you'll find
you're a hovulchtardganger in his whine
"Cause nobody can shoot down the great me!
After all, take a look at MY PEEPEE!"

oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepe

But when you try to emulate
his particular style ... better wait
learn just where to draw the line
you can kill without the whine

and if you measure your peepee
someone may sneak up, you see
and shoot you down while you're measuring
then you'll hear shane himself start to sing

Oh YOUR peepee
yeah YOUR peepee
I caught you measuring your own peepee!

oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepee

mrblack · « **Reply #48 on:** October 31, 2003, 02:34:37 AM »

And who says Americas educational system is in decline:aok

Shane · « **Reply #49 on:** November 01, 2003, 12:37:44 PM »

When the Eskimo ....
(Sung to the tune of "The Mighty Quinn" by Manfred Mann - words and music by Bob Dylan) - and a mighty sucky filk song but I felt obliged to filk Esk a welcome ditty anyhoo.

Everybody's bombing ... boats and fields
Some are vulching bases, others clubbing baby seals
Many players in the air, every girl and boy
But when the Eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy

Come on .. get out
Just kidding .... yeah, hi
We were just waiting for some Eskimo pie

I like play just like the rest, I like my furball sweet
But getting jumped by hordes of red, just ain't my cup of meat
Lotta players drivin' GVs , hidin' low ... what a sin
But when the Eskimo gets here
All the GVs gonna run from him

Come on .. get out
Just kidding .... yeah, hi
We were just waiting for some Eskimo pie

Tell ya what I wanna do, I can't believe it man
I think I'll up a Boston just to see how fast it ran
Nobody can catch me, I'm gettin' kinda close
But then the Eskimo got there
and he turned on the hose.

Come on .. get out
Just kidding .... yeah, hi
We were just waiting for some Eskimo pie

Shane · « **Reply #50 on:** November 01, 2003, 12:38:32 PM »

"Oh Donna"

Oh Arlo

Somebody's better gurl, hump hump hump away
Hold on to a past jibe, gotta hump away
Gotta hump, gotta drag, gotta blow, gotta join the circle

She's the CT's little big gurl, married to the donkey
Funny with the big slob, funny with the right hand
Will hump your ankle thru the ethernet and leave you with a smile on the board

Oh Arlo, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You could be so sappy
Oh Arlo, she's living in the past
She wants to make it last
Forgive her and she'll hump you
With her receipe for love

Gotta knife fight, gotta throttle to the red
There's a circle in the tower, a gallery of dead
There's a target on her plane, she's on the runway again

If she doesn't run now she might as well be
dead in that plane, had to hump to be free
free from him and the smack to come

Oh Arlo, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You could be so sappy
Oh Arlo, she's living in the past
She wants to make it last
Forgive her and she'll hump you
With her receipe for love

Setups are tough but it just doesn't matter
Got a weak trade of smack, got a back made of rubber
If she dies again, it'll sure not be the last

She's tearin' up the bbs, cuttin' up with chatter
Broke the tower door down, thinkin' she'll reup soon
The cirlce is wet covered with sweat and lies

Oh Arlo, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You could be so sappy
Oh Arlo, she's living in the past
She wants to make it last
Forgive her and she'll hump you
With her receipe for love

Airhead · « **Reply #51 on:** November 26, 2003, 08:29:33 PM »

I Love M.A.!

(slowly)
Hate playing C.T.
It's Empty and bleak
And all the pilots are alt monkeys
Let's leave the D.A. to the little boys,
That place's a little bit too rugged
For you and me, you bad boy

(up tempo)
Rollin' down the, A-15 Runway
With a big nasty Pony, I'm gonna fly
The fight is brewin', Hot from the North
I'm gonna give it a try.

Roll out to grab alt, Raise up the gear
Here comes a vulcher, baby,
Let's Get out of here.
We're gonna fly it til we just can't fly it no more.

From the South Bay To the North Base
From the West side to the East side

Everybody's very happy
'cause the noobs are dying all the time
Looks like another perfect day-

I love M.A. (we love it)
I love M.A. (we love it)
We LOVE it!

Look at that Niki,
Look at that Spit
He tried to headon me, man
That piece of dog s**t.
Look at that furball,
ain't nothing like it nowhere.

Pizza map? (We love it!)
Gang bangers? (We love it!)
Alt monkeys? (We love it!)
Ack huggers? (We love it, We love it!)

I love M.A.

Shane · « **Reply #52 on:** December 17, 2003, 04:22:46 PM »

With apologies to Nancy Sinatra, I bring you

"These Chutes Are Made For Popping"

You keep braying you got something for me
Something you call honor but confess
You've been a'dyin' where you shouldn't 've been a'flyin'
And now someone else is aiming at your chest
Well, these chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you

You keep tryin' when you oughta be scootin'
You keep bailing and you oughta not fret
You keep flamin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you

You keep braying where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what we know you ain't had time to learn
These chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you

SPOKEN

Are you ready, chutes?
Start poppin'

Shane · « **Reply #53 on:** September 30, 2004, 05:38:21 PM »

With apologies to ABBA (or not) Dancing Queen
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OSTI QUEEN

You can Panzee, you can Osti, having the sortie of your life
See that dot, watch that plane, aim by sharpee on your screen

Friday night, and the fights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they vulch to tight music, scoring in the swing
You come into look from the tower thing
Anybody could be that dweeb
Night is young and the vulchers feeb
With a bit of scotch tape, every shot is fine
You're in the mood for attack
And when you get the flak...

You are the osti queen, strong and l33t, only k/d keen
Osti queen, feel the heat from the tracers seen
You panzee, you can osti, having the sortie of your life
See that dot, watch that plane, aim by sharpee on your screen

You're a geezer, your time is done
Leave before burning, .ef you've won
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for attack
And when you get the flak...

You are the osti queen, strong and l33t, only k/d keen
Osti queen, feel the heat from the tracers seen
You panzee, you can osti, having the sortie of your life
See that dot, watch that plane, aim by sharpee on your screen

Shane · « **Reply #54 on:** May 09, 2005, 11:07:40 PM »

Tool Shed Hero.. an AH tribute by that whiney fight boy band, Furballiner...

Landing in the Main, with his gear hung low
Couldn’t get a kill, it was a mobbed out show
Heard the roar of the generaluz, he could picture the scene
Pulled a jabo from the list, then like a distant scream

He saw one hangar, just blew it away
He saw strats in his eyes, and the very next day
Brought a buff up six k in a borg cube horde
Didn’t know how to fly it, but he knew the score

That one bomber, felt good in his hands
Didn’t take long, to understand
Just one bomber, flying way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go

So he started bombin’
Ain’t never gonna stop
Gotta keep on bombin’
Someday he’s gonna make it to the drop

And be a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
He’s a tool shed hero
He took one bomber, tool shed hero, strats in his eyes
Tool shed hero, he’ll come alive tonight

Over a town without a name, with a heavy vulch horde
Thought he passed his own shadow, by the bomb bay door
Like a trip through the blast, was that day in the Main
And that one buff run made his whole life change

Now he needs to keep bombin’
He just can’t stop
Gotta keep on bombin’
That boy has got to stay on drop

And be a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
He’s a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
Yeah, tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
With that one bomber he’ll come alive
Come alive tonight

Yeah, he’s gotta keep bombin’
He just can’t stop
Gotta keep on bombin'
That boy has got to stay on drop

And be a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
He’s a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
Just one buff run, put strats in his eyes
He’s just a tool shed hero, aah aah aah
Tool shed hero, tool shed hero, he’s got strats in his eyes
Strats in his eyes

Roscoroo · « **Reply #55 on:** May 10, 2005, 12:35:22 AM »

If I were a Spitman ....(From Fiddler on the Roof)

"Dear Gods, you made many, many poor LaLa people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be a poor La la dweeb.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small Spitfire?"

If I were a Spit man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a spit man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy spit,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I'd build a big tall castle with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of a mountain town.
A fine Runway with Ack going all around.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

I'd fill my yard with Sheep and sheep and sheep and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
And each loud "Baaaaaa" and "Baaaaaaa" and "Baaaaaa" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a Spit man."

If I were a Spit man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a Spit man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy Spit,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a Spit man's wife
With a proper Silk thong.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.

The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Rosco Roo..."
"Pardon me, Rosco Roo..."
Posing problems that would cross Levi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're A Spitman, they think you really know!

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the MA and play.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the history books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.

If I were a Spit man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a Spit man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy Spit,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

Silat · « **Reply #56 on:** May 10, 2005, 03:22:19 AM »

Quote

Originally posted by Airhead
Shane, I wrote and posted that on FurballCentral.Com or Airwolves Y-Groups, can't remember which, bout two years ago. (My first AW handle was fizz.) How did you find it?

I had it in my folder of funnies from flight sims.

Shane · « **Reply #57 on:** May 10, 2005, 04:21:24 AM »

Quote

Originally posted by Silat
I had it in my folder of funnies from flight sims.

and you reply to this almost 2 years later?!? i see a trend here..

mechanic · « **Reply #58 on:** May 11, 2005, 03:19:31 AM »

How about some traditional nursery rhymes?

Ring Around the Roses

Ring around the airbase,
a vulchfest is a quick race,
we drop a bomb,
your Hangers gone,
we all rtb.

Running to our ack now,
to land whats in our sack, wow!
you chase me down,
I look a clown,
my rank is getting worse.

So now im in the manned ack,
to try and get my own back,
I spray away,
to ruin your day,
man, i really am l33t with this gun!

Oranges and Lemons

5inch guns and laser puffy ack,
Save my fleet from dive bomb attack.

I owe you 300 perks
Ar234 really never works

My Osti's mean, and my M16
from 3k i'll kill your B17.

you furball types really are so gay
why dont you play this game in my way?

Spawn camping and my shade account
make my perks rise a huge ammount

I can now buy my tiger tank
still got 30 perks sitting in the bank.

whats the point of a fighter plane?
every day they seem to do the same!

One day AH will be just GVs
screw that flying lark, i kill tanks with ease.

but theres only one small hitch,
everybody knows im a little *****.

Baa-Baa Black Sheep

La-La, you're weak
Have you any skills?
No sir, i HO sir, tis how i get my kills.
Headon every plane i see,
I know its rather lame,
but i pay my $14.95, its my whoopee game!

S!

bat

slimm50 · « **Reply #59 on:** May 11, 2005, 11:59:27 AM »

Quote

Originally posted by eskimo2
By Toad
My Favorite Things (with apologies to Julie Andrews!)

Hit sprites on noses and bomb drops on Osties
Bright burning HQ's and black smoking CV's
Luftwaffe airplanes without any wings
These are a few of my favorite things

True Friends and Squadmates who cover your six
Millions of ways for an ACM fix
Planes that have a star & bar on the wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Guys in white chutes with lots of hit flashes
Multiple vultches as you make your passes
Ambushes on La's that sucessfully spring
These are a few of my favorite things

When my guns miss
When the Zeke stings
When I'm flying bad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I just feel so glad.

Now THIS has got to be my favorite of all the songs I've seen in these threads. Good one Eskimo2:aok