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[singindemonhq]

 

 

Oh, I must have done a hundred gigs,

Or maybe I've done more,

From the highest of your mountains,

To the furthest Artic shore,

They've often had their dangers,

But there's one occurs to me,

I was called one time, to a tropic clime,

And a beach beside the deep blue sea.

 

Well at first the Gig was swinging,

As the tourists formed a line,

Did a hula with their singing,

While the bar-staff kept in time,

Though the talisman was calling,

There was no girl we could see,

And I sought my bride,  Near the rising tide,

As we sang beside the deep blue sea,

 

Then I heard this cheerful solo,

And I took the song for snark,

When the merry seaside singer,

Comes up riding on a shark!

Well, I’ve heard of riding dolphins,

But sharks are new to me,

And she sang, “See, I’m a rebel,

From the bottom of the deep blue sea!”

 

She was wearing of my Talisman,

But the Minions took alarm,

Saying, “Boss, she’s in the water,

And I fear we’ll come to harm!”

But her voice was quite enchanting,

So I took some steps to see,

And I danced on sand, On the yellow strand,

That was leading to the deep blue sea!

 

That’s when the lady changed her tune,

And it almost made me quail,

When the water sprayed up sharply,

And I saw her shining tail!

I sang, “Girl, what the Hell are you?

How can you dance with me?!”

And she sang, “I’m just a Mermaid,

From the bottom of the deep blue sea!”

 

“I’m supposed to sit on rocks all day,

And to comb my flowing hair,

And to spend the whole time singing,

So I’m sure we’d make a pair!

But the Lore if we’re dueting,

Mean’s it’s  you  must came with  me.

Down to Davy Jones’ Locker,

At the bottom of the deep blue sea!”

 

The news that I was hearing,

Meant I had little chance,

For I can’t sing under water,

And there’s no way I could dance!

When all the fires of life are quenched

Then what’s the use of me?

I’d leave my bones, with Davy Jones,

At the bottom of the deep blue sea!

 

I might have been enthralled myself,

And been forever lost,

With no more song and dance act,

And everything the cost,

That’s when the minions took a hand,

And asked the Powers That Be.

That I not be trapped so powerless,

At the bottom of the deep blue sea!

 

They changed the Lore a little,

And the Mermaid changed a lot,

For if I was still to sing and dance,

I’d need a whole new plot!

But if I’m to sing of danger,

Then the Gig I tell should be,

When I stole the Sea King’s daughter,

From the bottom of the deep blue sea!

 

Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon,

Fandom, BTVS

Words;  474

 

(Tune, “Married to a Mermaid,” traditional chanty.