Types: Filk, Piro, Parody, Humor
Idea courtesy Dang Fool

I met him in a book store in Shinjuku
He was sitting reading shoujo manga by Koru Anzo
A-N-Z-O Anzo
I walked up to him and asked why he was here
He ran off, but left his bookbag, which said he was "Piro"
P-I-R-O Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro

Well I wasn't sure exactly what I should do
So I took home the bookbag and leafed on through
The work of Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
I'm not sure how an American
Can draw manga nearly as well as a non-gaijin can
Oh, he's Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro

Well I told that fool we had to chat
Did not know where his brain was at
But when I started, he promptly complained
Remind me why I took this job, again?
Well I must not be living too right
To have to put up with this whiny fool all day and all night, stupid Piro!
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro

I pushed her away
I ran from the store
I fell on the floor
Took out some display
And a while later with some dismay

I realized what an idiot I had been
I speak Nihongo better than English, it seems, because I'm Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
Girls are confusing, that'll always be true
Why can't be life be more like dating sims, I ask you? Oh, I'm Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro

Well, we haven't been very long in this place
But already Piro's been made quite a disgrace
'Cause Piro is more than a bit insane
The culture shock here must be wrecking his brain

Well I'm not the world's most devoted of fans
But I know that it's true, and I'm glad I'm a fan
Of poor Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
Pi-pi-pi-pi Piro
The Kinks - Lola

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L-o-l-a lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man

Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
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Bloodless Shade of Pale, by Dang Fool

They danced the night fantastic.
Raved wildly out the door.
I was shooting all the zombies
As the blood pour'd on the floor.
The room was getting darker
As the flesh was blown away.
When I looked up for a reload
The sunrise brought the day.

I wondered as I wandered
If the mirror shows her hale.
I more than half have doubted
I'd see her bloodless shade of pale

She said, 'His drugs have faded.
He fears for all our safety.
And he said things 'bout your mother
with words not to come from me.'
Of the many preparations
for the undead that I seek,
I've papers now in order
And can counter them all next week.

Original Lyrics:
Whiter Shade of Pale, Procol Harum

We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed

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