Last night I had a dream that Susan Boyle died in a plane crash. This gave way to a state of global mourning that was utterly unprecedented, making the Lady Diana spectacle look like child’s play. As I am usually very prophetic, and always looking for an angle, I have decided to copywrite a commemorative Susan Boyle song in anticipation of her death. My friend Shelagh is now working on the commemorative Susan Boyle pillowcase, which I hope to post later. For now, I would like to present you with a rough version of my song. Any suggestions would be gratefully accepted.
Fairy Dust Sparkles
(sung to the tune of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack)
The first time ever I heard your voice
I thought the angels had come to planet earth
To sing on TV, to sing on TV.
But the angels did not look, the way I thought they would look,
No they did not, no they did not.
The first time ever I saw your lips
And imagined the art you kept on your walls
I saw Star Trek commemorative plates,
I saw Star Trek commemorative plates.
(chorus sung to the tune of Heroes)
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be Hairy Angels
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day
( to the tune of First Time Ever I Saw Your Face)
And the first time I heard of your fatal plane crash
I cried so hard I shook, I cried so hard I shook,
And then I needed my inhaler, my inhaler.
Oh, Hairy angel, who flies up above,
Now you are free of all this mortal weigh,
Now you are written in the stars,
Like a beautiful Broadway power-ballad.
(chorus sung to the tune of Heroes)
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be Hairy Angels
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day
(Ends with a mournful three minute drum solo.)