Ojk, this is a tad off topic, but I didn't see any where else my random musical spazzing might go. So here it is, the product of over 45 whole minutes of counting syllables, Runner Girl, a blatant parody of Aqua's Barbie Girl.
RUNNER GIRL
- Hi Kotori*!
- Hi Hofnar**!
- You wanna go on a run?
- Sure, Hofnar!
- Let's go!
- Ha ha ha ha!
I'm a Runner girl, in a Corporate world
Limbs of Plasteel, oh it's unreal
Danger everywhere, Drones hover in the air
A Corporation, time for Infiltration
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin'
I'm a Runner girl, in a Corporate world
Limbs of Plasteel, oh it's unreal
Danger everywhere, Drones hover in the air
A Corporation, time for Infiltration
I'm a whizz cyber girl in the cyberpunk world
Have a Job? Don't call me, call my Fixer
Explosions, Extractions, I'll even do Wetwork
Name a price, make my day, I need money
It's a deal, bargin made
It will all be done tonight, oooh whoa
I'm a Runner girl, in a Corporate world
Limbs of Plasteel, oh it's unreal
Danger everywhere, Drones hover in the air
A Corporation, time for Infiltration
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', ha ha ha, yeah
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', oooh, oooh
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin',ha ha ha, yeah
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', oooh, oooh
Made me fight, made me run, get the fuck on your knees
I could kill you right now, but you're worth more alive
In the van, be a friend, let's not do this again
Hit the gas, let's bug out, we're almost done
Drive around, shake the tail
God Damn I hate Extractions
Drive around, shake the tail
God Damn I hate Extractions
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', ha ha ha, yeah
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', oooh, oooh
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin',ha ha ha, yeah
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', oooh, oooh
I'm a Runner girl, in a Corporate world
Limbs of Plasteel, oh it's unreal
Danger everywhere, Drones hover in the air
A Corporation, time for Infiltration
I'm a Runner girl, in a Corporate world
Limbs of Plasteel, oh it's unreal
Danger everywhere, Drones hover in the air
A Corporation, time for Infiltration
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', ha ha ha, yeah
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', oooh, oooh
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin',ha ha ha, yeah
Come on, Hofnar, let's go runnin', oooh, oooh
- Oh, I'm having so much fun!
- Well, Kotori, we're just getting started!
- Oh, I love you (in a completely platonic way) Hofnar!
*Kotori is a gillette that likes machine guns
**Hofnar is a flamingly gay troll Phys. Adept
Full Version: Runner Girl
You are playing the best SR4 game EVAR. I want game reports.
You Gotta Die
To the tune of American Pie
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that fixer used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be dead for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every corpse I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
Laughing about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the fixer died.
So bye-bye, you've gotta die.
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Did you write the book of guns,
And do you have fun on the runs,
If the Johnson tells you so?
Do you believe in a corporate mole,
Can magic save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to bleed real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those black and blues.
I was a lonely teenage fightin' ork
With a pink flamethrower I was a dork,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the fixer died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And Yaks grows fat on a corporate loan,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the decker hacked the king and queen,
In an icon he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was scanning down,
The Decker stole his IC-y crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Page read a book of Orks,
The ghouls feasted in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the fixer died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Bleeder breeder, I sure did belt her.
The guys flew off toward a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
A nuclear missle was on their ass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the decker on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the GM played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The nuclear missle refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the fixer died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A runner gang lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: JackBNimble, Jack be quick!
FastJack come and save us quick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched his courage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that toxic’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Darke laughing with delight
The day the fixer died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d found the fixer years before,
But the man there said that crime wouldn’t pay.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The Matrix grids all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
Fastjack, Cap Chaos, and holy Ghost,
They caught the bullet train for the coast
The day the fixer died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
_________________________
The Night the Hive Died
To the tune of The Night Chicago Died
Daddy was a 'runner
On the East Side of Chicago
Back in Ares' pay
Back in the bad old days
In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still
When a bug named Mama Roach
Tried to make that town her own
And she called her hive to war
Against the forces of the law
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed
And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old East Side
'Til the last of the buggy gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
'Bout a hundred troops are dead
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed
Then there was no sound at all
But the footsteps in the hall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my momma's face
Then brushed her gun away
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed
The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
To the tune of American Pie
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that fixer used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be dead for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every corpse I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
Laughing about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the fixer died.
So bye-bye, you've gotta die.
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Did you write the book of guns,
And do you have fun on the runs,
If the Johnson tells you so?
Do you believe in a corporate mole,
Can magic save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to bleed real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those black and blues.
I was a lonely teenage fightin' ork
With a pink flamethrower I was a dork,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the fixer died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And Yaks grows fat on a corporate loan,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the decker hacked the king and queen,
In an icon he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was scanning down,
The Decker stole his IC-y crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Page read a book of Orks,
The ghouls feasted in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the fixer died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Bleeder breeder, I sure did belt her.
The guys flew off toward a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
A nuclear missle was on their ass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the decker on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the GM played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The nuclear missle refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the fixer died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A runner gang lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: JackBNimble, Jack be quick!
FastJack come and save us quick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched his courage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that toxic’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Darke laughing with delight
The day the fixer died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d found the fixer years before,
But the man there said that crime wouldn’t pay.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The Matrix grids all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
Fastjack, Cap Chaos, and holy Ghost,
They caught the bullet train for the coast
The day the fixer died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun on the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "This’ll be the day that you die.
"This’ll be the day that you die."
_________________________
The Night the Hive Died
To the tune of The Night Chicago Died
Daddy was a 'runner
On the East Side of Chicago
Back in Ares' pay
Back in the bad old days
In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still
When a bug named Mama Roach
Tried to make that town her own
And she called her hive to war
Against the forces of the law
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed
And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old East Side
'Til the last of the buggy gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
'Bout a hundred troops are dead
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed
Then there was no sound at all
But the footsteps in the hall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my momma's face
Then brushed her gun away
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed
The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be
The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
LMAO this is the funniest thread I've read in a while!
So who is making and distributing the CD?
Time to get the band together!
Time to get the band together!
i'll admit.... i lol'd...
And now, it's "Hoi Chummer!" with their new album "Dreck Happens!"
Since I have an embarassing love of Barbie Girl, that was just too funny.
Since I have an embarassing love of Barbie Girl, that was just too funny.
Hmm... I have a band (named Spacecow - orbital bovine bombardment leaked into a campaign once) and a strange feeling that Runner Girl could work as a (cyber)punk filk.
I give you my full (and probably not nesecery) permision to perform and record Runner Girl as long as I get the credit I barely deserve. 
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