Song parody of
Rome, Pt. Eight
by The Amish Heaters
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Time for all good kids to be in bed
Hide beneath the sheets
And if I hear a peep
You will wish you were dead
Sue sets phaser on stun
Headphones on The Josephines
The Pride of The Pennyrile
Red line bedtime then check the fridge
Sick fish sticks with Cheetos and Big Red
Rome McCracken has gone native
Per usual fades into the shadows of the forest primeval
Penny Royal High School society has branded
Rome a loner looser
Sue caught him playing with matches
When he was younger
But Sue would never rat
Even on that little creep
Even to his mother
The twin sisters, Rain and Snow, know the score
Maintain radio silence behind closed door
The twins were social butterflies who used to dance
With real butterflies on the garden path
Now class co-presidents and throw-back glee club thespians
Sue was distracted by a call on the phone
From another babysitter trapped in someone else's home
Swapped gossip and high school horror stories
Spoke in stage whispers with no names
No Jolene No Big Mac No Mary Ann
No soap opera ending nobody knows
Nothing more to say so hang up the phone
Time for all good kids to be in bed
Hide beneath the sheets
And if I hear a peep
You will wish you were dead
Sue sets phaser on stun
Headphones on The Josephines
The Pride of The Pennyrile
Red line bedtime then check the fridge
Sick fish sticks with Cheetos and Big Red
Rome McCracken has gone native
Per usual fades into the shadows of the forest primeval
Penny Royal High School society has branded
Rome a loner looser
Sue caught him playing with matches
When he was younger
But Sue would never rat
Even on that little creep
Even to his mother
The twin sisters, Rain and Snow, know the score
Maintain radio silence behind closed door
The twins were social butterflies who used to dance
With real butterflies on the garden path
Now class co-presidents and throw-back glee club thespians
Sue was distracted by a call on the phone
From another babysitter trapped in someone else's home
Swapped gossip and high school horror stories
Spoke in stage whispers with no names
No Jolene No Big Mac No Mary Ann
No soap opera ending nobody knows
Nothing more to say so hang up the phone
