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Could you imagine, what was that eraser head haircut called? You'd have a guy with one of those dancing in parachute pants on the deck of a Galleon.
In my mind's eye I see him dancing as the hull and the turning engines go to red. My gunner begs to turn left for a better shot, my engineer is struggling with the balloon, and all 80's guy does is dance... dance.... dance. I call to him, but he doesn't hear me. The funky beat has taken him and with it my crew. They are all dancing now, the boom of heavy flack exploding against my hull sets the tempo. I resign my ship to its doom, its funky funky doom.
Hm. I can rap up to the last piece of the original in thick Scottish accent. But the last verse of the original script loses rhyme on the engie line. :/(EDIT:) I am looking to touch it up a bit to try and rhyme it to the accent. (EDIT2:) Lyrics revised. I can rap it come morning after my roomie's off to work. The song sits just around the 1 minute mark, so with a touch of editing, she'll be a breeze to put out!
