A CWC Musical Number! -

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JULAY

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To the tune of Gilbert & Sullivan's "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General":

He is a fat Autistic and he always goes and shits his pants

Seeks sweethearts not for hanky panky rather for da true romance

He's terrified of trolls because he thinks they all are homo gays

And wants nothing more than to return to high school and his glory days

He spends his time playing with vidya games and with da children's toys

He never went to pep rallies because of all da real loud noise

He used to eat his lunches with all his many gal-pal friends

Thinks he never dated 'cause he was naive 'bout dating then

But da gal-pals thought that he was weird and that he really really smelled

Because he's a fat autistic and he always goes and shits himself



He hates da Males because they're just a bunch of girlfriend stealing JERKS

He sits with signs advertising himself but yet it never works

He writes WANT WOMAN in big letters all over his manly bra

And can't quite grasp why this results in no interest from girls at all

His idea was to loudly sing and play his games and always pace

Or to loiter for hours on end in a random public place

He throws notes with rocks and uses paper hearts that are attached to strings

Instead of girls these methods result in arrests and other things

She must be skinny, white and have a car, live close by, and have some wealth

Yet he remains a fat autist who always goes and shits himself



No need to get a job as long as da tugboat still sails right in

Bob set it up so he never even has to try and work again

The majority of food he eats is Hungry Mans and McDonalds

They make him fat so when he walks its really more of a waddle

His broken penis looks as if it snapped just like a piece of wood

But da Cherokian Hooker said that it was really big and good

His girlish locks can't hide the fact that he is losing all his hair

And nothing tops his infamously autistically creepy stare

He would do well to start to try and do something about his health

But he's a fat autistic and he always goes and shits himself



To go back to the Game Place and play Pokeymans is his greatest want

But that dirty Jew Snyder stops him, also Megan who's a cunt

Those trolling stupids are just playing games in which they kick autists

But if let back in all da stress would result in briefs caked with shit

So in da hoard with Barb he will continue to sigh from da stress

Wearing muscle bras to hold in his giant and yet manly breasts

To whine on Facebook for a sweetheart is his single daily task

Along with placing bandages on Snorlax's Big Holey Ass

Sometimes he'll go up to his room to grab his Legos off the shelf

Because he's a fat autistic and he always goes and shits himself!
 

Very Honest Content

(Formerly a) Niggo(?)
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One day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of his life, this will be used to illustrate to the big CWC himself what parody truly is.

He still won't allow himself to get it though.

:julay: , I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
 

JULAY

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Tubular Monkey said:
I always thought that a musical version of Chris's life should be called "AUTASTIC!"

That's it! AUTASTIC!

Now I need to write one to the tune of "Tomorrow" from Annie... it can be the closer after the first act of AUTASTIC!
 

Picklepower

This isnt even my final form
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*while he's drawing, For Ivy, For Ivy, I make this, for Ivy, her china's a day away!
 

LordCustos3

Guvking Stalbjer
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Can anyone join in your reindeer games?
I think I could give your musical variety show a couple songs....

(*ahem*)

How to offend self-important autists AND parrotheads at the same time...

CWCipediaville
(sing to the tune of "Margaritaville" by Jimmy Buffett)



Nibblin' on a Q-Sand,
Lookin' for places I'm not banned
Strummin' my Gitar
Beneath the Snorlax hoard
Smell those briefs; they're beginnin' to soil.

Chorus 1:
Wastin' away again in CWCipediaville
New Sonichu pages, locked in a vault.
Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame.
But I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)
It's Clyde Cash's fault.

Don't gotta dang reason,
'cept the trolls dirty treason
Nothin' to show but an incomplete page 2
But My artworks still awesome
While i'm still playin' possum
With my shorts all fillin' with poo.

Chorus 2:
Wastin' away again in CWCipediaville
New Sonichu pages, locked in a vault.
Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame.
But I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)
It's that brownshirt imposters fault.

I popped an orange Fanta
Guess what next?; bectcha canta...
I spurt out a ropy jet of man-pearl
Now there's spooge in the fapcup
Don't call it a fuckup
This salty concoction will someday be a girl.

Chorus 3:
Wastin' away again in CWCipediaville
New Sonichu pages, locked in a vault.
Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame.
But I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)
It's That Jew Snyders's fault.
Yes and Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame
And I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)

it's Megan Schoeder's fault.
 
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JULAY

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LordCustos3 said:
How to offend self-important autists AND parrotheads at the same time...

CWCipediaville
(sing to the tune of "Margaritaville" by Jimmy Buffett)



Nibblin' on a Q-Sand,
Lookin' for places I'm not banned
Strummin' my Gitar
Beneath the Snorlax hoard
Smell those briefs; they're beginnin' to soil.

Chorus 1:
Wastin' away again in CWCipediaville
New Sonichu pages, locked in a vault.
Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame.
But I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)
It's Clyde Cash's fault.

Don't gotta dang reason,
'cept the trolls dirty treason
Nothin' to show but an incomplete page 2
But My artworks still awesome
While i'm still playin' possum
With my shorts all fillin' with poo.

Chorus 2:
Wastin' away again in CWCipediaville
New Sonichu pages, locked in a vault.
Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame.
But I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)
It's that brownshirt imposters fault.

I popped an orange Fanta
Guess what next?; bectcha canta...
I spurt out a ropy jet of man-pearl
Now there's spooge in the fapcup
Don't call it a fuckup
This salty concoction will someday be a girl.

Chorus 3:
Wastin' away again in CWCipediaville
New Sonichu pages, locked in a vault.
Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame.
But I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)
It's That Jew Snyders's fault.
Yes and Some twolls claim
That I'm the one to blame
And I know.... (dee dee dee duh dun)

it's Megan Schoeder's fault.


This is the only valid reason for Jimmy Buffet's existence. I no longer want to see him exterminated.
 

LordCustos3

Guvking Stalbjer
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JULAY said:
Tubular Monkey said:
I always thought that a musical version of Chris's life should be called "AUTASTIC!"

That's it! AUTASTIC!

Now I need to write one to the tune of "Tomorrow" from Annie... it can be the closer after the first act of AUTASTIC!

I don't know about "Annie".....but some instinct tells me that there is more comedic potential in patterning a Chris'tard musical after "Scrooge" (the version with Albert Finney.)
Except in reverse: The protagonist goes from being a happy little sprite at the beginning....to a bitter, hateful crank at the end.

For example, the following song -- sung by an unrepentant, still evil Scrooge at the beginning of the film -- sounds like what OPL would be feeling at moments of maximum fury. Granted, the song is much, much more eloquent than he could hope to be.


  • I HATE PEOPLE
    Leslie Bricusse
    Sung by Albert Finney in the film "Scrooge", 1970.

    Scavengers and sycophants and flatterers and fools,
    Pharisees and parasites and hypocrites and ghouls,
    Calculating swindlers, prevaricating frauds,
    Perpetrating evil as they roam the earth in hordes,
    Feeding on their fellow men, reaping rich rewards,
    Contaminating everything they see,
    Corrupting honest men – like me.
    Humbug! Poppycock! Balderdash! Bah!
    I hate people. I hate people.
    People are despicable creatures,
    Loathsome inexplicable creatures,
    Good-for-nothing kickable creatures.
    I hate people. I abhor them.
    When I see the indolent classes,
    Sitting on their indolent asses,
    Gulping ale from indolent glasses,
    I hate people. I detest them. I deplore them.
    Fools who have no money, spend it,
    Get in debt then try to end it,
    Beg me on their knees befriend them,
    Knowing I have cash to lend them,
    Soft-hearted me,
    Hard-working me,
    Clean-living, thrifty, and kind as can be.
    Situations like this are of interest to me.
    * * *
    I hate people. I loathe people.
    I despise and abominate people.
    Life is full of cretinous wretches
    Earning what their sweatiness fetches
    Empty minds whose pettiness stretches
    Further than I can see.
    Little wonder I hate people
    And I don't care if they hate me.

....or maybe this is what Chris would sing in the mirror to himself about himself if he had a moment of pure, unvarnished clarity
 

KatsuKitty

Stone-Cold Bitch
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Finally, I have an excuse to post this.

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how The GAMe PLACe used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
I could stop shitting my pants
And maybe I could smell good for a while

But the 28th made me shiver
Then the verdict was delivered
Bad news in the courtroom
Mother sent me to my room

I can't remember if I sighed
As I realized I had no bride
But something clutched me deep inside
The day my childhood died

So bye-bye dear ol' year ninety-nine
Drove my wagon to start shaggin'
But the girls all had guys
And good old boys like me were hung out to dry
Surely this'll be the day I'm not shy
This'll be the day that I'm not shy

Did you give me my new name and do you think it's my claim to fame?
As the Bear shall tell me so
Now do you think Sonic's way past cool? Can I win this here one-grand jewel and...
Can you teach me how act like a fool?

Well I know I now can win them all
'Cause I spent a thousand in the mall
Sega CD 32X...
Man, I got all the latest tech!

Oh, I was lonely teenage autistic
With my thumb planted firm on the control stick
But it was all gone in a flick
The day my childhood died

I started singing...

Bye-bye dear ol' year ninety-nine
Drove my wagon to start shaggin'
But the girls all had guys
And good old boys like me were hung out to dry
Surely this'll be the day I'm not shy
This'll be the day I'm not shy

After three years, I got in the zone
And beef grows fat on a man who's grown but
That's just how it's gonna be
When the sign went up at PVCC
And the plan was gonna work for me
Mary Walsh came and gave her decree

Oh, and while my heart was broken down
My briefs turned crapped and dirty brown
The comic soon commenced
My justice was dispensed

And while Sonichu won every race
My efforts soon turned to the PLACe
And I vowed to keep up the chase
The day my childhood died

I started singing...

Bye-bye dear ol' year ninety-nine
Drove my wagon to start shaggin'
But the girls all had guys
And good old boys like me were hung out to dry
Surely this'll be the day I'm not shy
This'll be the day I'm not shy

Megan Schroeder made my efforts bolder
I hope she don't smell my body odor
I'm twenty-three and aging fast
Landed straight on my ass
As she rejected every single pass
While the trolls came (wanna put them in a cast)
Now then E.D. called me a buffoon
While all my efforts went to ruin
Did not get in her pants
Oh, but I never got the chance
Cause the trolls and bullies all revealed
The real plan I had concealed
My heart level had gone unhealed
The day my childhood died

I started singing...

Bye-bye dear ol' year ninety-nine
Drove my wagon to start shaggin'
But the girls all had guys
And good old boys like me were hung out to dry
Surely this'll be the day I'm not shy
This'll be the day I'm not shy

And then two of us in one place
A bunch of fans like this disgrace
The TRUE and HONEST Chris is me
So c'mon, Clyde be ruthless, Clyde be mean
Clyde Cash keep on makin' me scream, 'cause
I will one day win my victory
And as I watched them scream JULAY, I stayed a fat virgin with rage
As they put me through Hell, that comic made me yell!
And as the flames of rage burned through the night, I couldn't get my gender right
I saw, my father pass with bug bites
The day my childhood died

I started singing...

Bye-bye dear ol' year ninety-nine
Drove my wagon to start shaggin'
But the girls all had guys
And good old boys like me were hung out to dry
Surely this'll be the day I'm not shy
This'll be the day I'm not shy

I met a girl at Fashion Square, and I asked if I could touch her hair
But she just screamed and ran away
I went down to the hobby store, where I'd been allowed in years before,
But the man there said I wasn't going to play
And in the streets, the police came
My mother cried and we all got shamed
In the jail, outspoken - my spirit had been broken
And the three people I hate, goddamn
Megan, Snyder, and the Pickleman
Wish they were in front of my van
The day my childhood died

So bye-bye dear ol' year ninety-nine
Drove my wagon to start shaggin'
But the girls all had guys
And good old boys like me were hung out to dry
Surely this'll be the day I'm not shy
This'll be the day I'm not shy

I keep singing...

Bye-bye dear ol' year ninety-nine
Drove my wagon to start shaggin'
But the girls all had guys
And good old boys like me were hung out to dry
Surely this'll be the day I'm not shy
 

LordCustos3

Guvking Stalbjer
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Let's keep this show a rollin'


14 Branchland Court

EDIT: Sing to the tune of "Heartbreak Hotel"
sorry, my bad.

  • Well, since my heartsweet left me
    Well, I'm in the same old hell
    Well, I slump in the heap past the landfill
    14 Branchland Court

    Where I'll be
    I'll be crashin' into slumber, baybay
    Well, I'm so stressed out
    and I when I'm stressed, I fake cry

    Although it's always cluttered
    I still can find a seat
    For a loser who oozes butter
    To sweat like rotting meat

    Where I'll be
    I'll be crashin' into slumber, baybay
    Well, I'm so stressed out
    and I when I'm stressed, I fake cry

    Now, my mama butt sores keep flowin'
    And the dogs are lookin' bleak
    Well, they been so long in Chez Chandler
    They don't care where they take a leak.

    Where I'll be
    I'll be crashin' into slumber, baybay
    Well, I'm so stressed out
    and I when I'm stressed, I fake cry

    Well now if your sweetheart betrays you
    And your asscrack starts to smell
    Well, just slouch to the heap past the landfill
    14 Branchland Court

    Where I'll be
    I'll be crashin' into slumber, baybay
    Well, I'm so stressed out
    and I when I'm stressed, I fake cry

    (*break for inept GitarHero 'Solo'*)

    Although it's always cluttered
    I still can find a seat
    For a loser who oozes butter
    To sweat like rotting meat

    Where I'll be
    I'll be crashin' into slumber, baybay
    Well, I'm so stressed out
    and I when I'm stressed, I fake cry
 

Picklepower

This isnt even my final form
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Fuck these are really good, I find myself singing these as I read. I think to do him justice, the musical would have to be directed by John Waters, or Loyd Kaufman, this ain't no Rogers and Hammerstein show.
 

Francine StripeCheer

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Midnight
Not a sound from the CWCki
Have the trolls forgot me?
I am sitting alone
In the screen-light
The dirty plates collect at my feet
And my mommy begins to moan

Memory
All alone in my bedroom
I can smile at my high school days
I was Handsome then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every email
Seems to be a failed attempt at trolling
Eat some butter
And my heart rate flutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new Attraction Location
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
I'll go and sleep until noon
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of wasted days
The stale cold smell of crapped briefs
A box of fries, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Julay!
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in Manchester High
If you meet me
You'll understand what autism is

Look
A new day has begun
 

Big Bob Pataki

The Beeper King of CWCVille
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Cwcville Town

Well I'm living here in Cwcville town
And they're closing all the game places down
Out in Charlottesville they're killing time
Getting with JERKS
Ignoring my sign

Well my father fought the Korean War
Spent his last days in my mother's hoard
While the jerkops in the Fashion Square
Stop my love quest
Losing my hair
And I'm living here in Cwcville town

And the banhammers were handed down
And it's getting very hard to leave

Well I'm waiting here in Cwcville town
For the boyfriend-free girl I never found
Living on the things my mother said
I'm so handsome
And talented
So the comic pages hang on the wall
But they never really helped me at all
No they never taught me what was real
Homos and trolls
Drained it from me
So I'm waiting here in Cwcville town

But they've shattered my heart level way down
And the high school gal-pals crawled away

With Megan S, I had a pretty good shot
To get at least as far as all those JERKS got
But something happened on the way to China
Ruined my life when she told me to back off

Well I'm living here in Cwcville town
And it's hard to keep a tomgirl down
But that greedy Jew Snyder won't let me play
So I'm dying here in Cwcville town
 

LordCustos3

Guvking Stalbjer
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Big Bob Pataki said:
LordCustos3 said:
@Francine and Big Bob:

what songs are these based on?
mine's bases on billy joel's TRUE and HONEST portrayal of allentown

Thanx.
Hadn't thought of that one.
Kept trying to get it to line up to "My Hometown" by Springsteen and "Oxford Town" by Dylan and couldn't get it to scan.
 
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