Types: Filk
Filked to 'I Feel Pretty' from 'West Side Story', by Leonard Bernstein and Steven Sondheim. This isn't my fault. Opt put me up to it with 'See My Face'. Honest guv'nor! 
(Ed)I feel bishie
Oh so bishie
I feel bishie and dishy today
And I pity
Any poster who says I look gay
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It's disturbing how charming I feel
And so bishie
That I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty boy in that mirror there
Who can that trenchcoated boy be?
Such a bishie face
Such a bishie coat
Such a bishie smile
Such a bishie me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like blowing some stuff up for joy
For the girls
They think I'm a wonderful boy!
(Forumites)
Have you met my good friend Edward?
With his paper face and Killstick?
You'll know him the minute you see him
He's the one with the smile that might make you sick!
She thinks she's in love
She thinks it's a game
She isn't in love
She's merely insane
It must be the 3v1l
Or some e-disease
Or too much to eat
Or l33t n3kk1d sk1llz
Keep away from her
Send for Piro!
This is not the Edward we know!
Violent and mad
Gun-crazy and wild
Explosively bad
Gone all sweet and mild!
Mr. Sony! Speech! Speech!
(Ed) I feel bishie
Oh so bishie
That the android should give me her key
Faction BISHIE
Should be organized to worship me
I feel pretty
I feel smiley
I feel pretty and creepy and fine
And so bishie
Those winged angst-boys can all just resign!
(Forumites)
See the bishie boy in that panel there
What panel where?
Who can that trench-coated boy be?
(Which? What? Where? Whom?)
Such a bishie face
Such a bishie coat
(Whom? Whom?)
Such a bishie smile
Such a bishie me!
(Whom?)
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like blowing some stuff up for joy
For the girls
They think I'm a wonderful boy
(music cuts out abruptly as a gunshot sounds)
(Ed)I feel bishie
Oh so bishie
I feel bishie and dishy today
And I pity
Any poster who says I look gay
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It's disturbing how charming I feel
And so bishie
That I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty boy in that mirror there
Who can that trenchcoated boy be?
Such a bishie face
Such a bishie coat
Such a bishie smile
Such a bishie me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like blowing some stuff up for joy
For the girls
They think I'm a wonderful boy!
(Forumites)
Have you met my good friend Edward?
With his paper face and Killstick?
You'll know him the minute you see him
He's the one with the smile that might make you sick!
She thinks she's in love
She thinks it's a game
She isn't in love
She's merely insane
It must be the 3v1l
Or some e-disease
Or too much to eat
Or l33t n3kk1d sk1llz
Keep away from her
Send for Piro!
This is not the Edward we know!
Violent and mad
Gun-crazy and wild
Explosively bad
Gone all sweet and mild!
Mr. Sony! Speech! Speech!
(Ed) I feel bishie
Oh so bishie
That the android should give me her key
Faction BISHIE
Should be organized to worship me
I feel pretty
I feel smiley
I feel pretty and creepy and fine
And so bishie
Those winged angst-boys can all just resign!
(Forumites)
See the bishie boy in that panel there
What panel where?
Who can that trench-coated boy be?
(Which? What? Where? Whom?)
Such a bishie face
Such a bishie coat
(Whom? Whom?)
Such a bishie smile
Such a bishie me!
(Whom?)
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like blowing some stuff up for joy
For the girls
They think I'm a wonderful boy
(music cuts out abruptly as a gunshot sounds)
