Just Another Fanboy
for Largo, of strip 24.

He was but a player in his unique game of life,
She, her name was Erika, come out of the spotlight,
She found him staring in that room, a move which could have sealed his doom,
Just another fanboy, smack him right;

She saw that he was different and gave an ear to hear,
She knew that he was far from home and of her he held no fear,
She took his words for what he said, she did not see a dumb bonehead,
But a man who needed help apart from his beer,

He was just another fanboy, Just another fanboy,
But this one was new, he did not fit a mold...
Just another fanboy, Just another fanboy,
What to many was mere lead to her was gold,
But to fans of old...

At night she walked beside him, by the path he would talk,
He spoke of evil zombies, but beneath that wasn't all,
Many found it hard to hear, but she held these talks as dear,
Of perspectives like these men seldom talked.

Oh he came for her one morning as they walked around the park,
She watched him swing his dagger as he swore he'd make his mark,
One among thousands, those eyes so full of hate,

This loving presence was a danger to her fate,
Some reporter said "Who was he anyway?"

Just another fanboy, Just another fanboy,
And the tears were falling from her face like rain,
Just another fanboy, Just another fanboy,
And they sent him to a country far away,
And in her bed she lay...My boy...Oh, dear Lord...
Oh, dear Lord...Oh, dear Lord...

Just another fanboy, Just another fanboy,
And the tears were falling from her face like rain,
Just another fanboy, Just another fanboy,
And they sent him to a country far away, just another fanboy,
Just another fanboy, Just another fanboy,
And she never dreamed she'd see his face again...

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