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| Written: December 2002 - December 2003 Email: [email protected] Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: I do not own Michael Guerin or the Roswell books and TV show. They belong to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. I'm only borrowing them. I also don't own The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, which belongs to the estate of the late Theodore Geisel; the song You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, which belongs to composer Albert Hague and lyricist Theodore Geisel; or the Rockapella arrangement of the song, which belongs to Rockapella and Scott Leonard. Distribution: Ask first, please. Author's Notes: Just in time for Christmas, a plotless little parody of the Rockapella version of Dr. Seuss's You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch. Happy Holidays! ~~~~~ You are a green one, a teen E.T. You are a green one, a teen E.T. You're a green one, Mickey G. You fly a U.F.O. You're as gentle as a jackass, You're as cheerful as a crow. Mickey G, You're a Roswell rebel With a hard row to hoe. hard row to hoe You are a green one, a teen E.T. You are a green one, a teen E.T. You're a hybrid, Mickey G. Your heart's a wall of stone. Your DNA is stolen, Your genetics are unknown. Mickey G. I wouldn't trust you or your body-pierced and tattoo-clad clone. You're a cold one, Mickey G. You're a solid, stolid rock. Your head is topped with unwashed hair Your soul is under lock. Mickey G. The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Spike. Spark. Spock." You are a green one, a teen E.T. You are a green one, a teen E.T. Spike. Spark. Spock. You are a green one, a teen E.T. You stole Maria's peace of mind you stole Maria's car you stole Maria's heart, you'll find, who d'you think you are? You're an orphan, Mickey G. You've a tendency to roam. You get all these freaky visions Of a geodesic dome. Mickey G. And given the choice between your world and Earth You wouldn't call this home sweet home. You're a soldier, Mickey G. You're the second-in-command. Your powers aren't reliable, Your passion's out-of-hand, Mickey G. Your soul is a perplexing mishmash overflowing with the most acerbic assortment of personality traits imaginable, Longing for a Fantasyland. Fantasyland. Guerin Michael Guerin You are a green one Mickey G email me return to kLynfic homep |
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