The BPS Song was written by morgaisa. Feedback is greatly appreciated. It is to the tune of "One Tin Soldier" with extra notes added to accomodate all the words. To see the lyrics and hear the music of the real song, click here.
Listen, people, to a story
That was written in the first part of last quarter
'Bout a girl, and her mentally ill friends
and how they entertained themselves during their extraordinarily boring classes
On one day the bored girl got some paper
Buried deep beneath her smelly gym clothes in her backpack
And she grabbed her trusty pen
And wrote a letter which began the flow of merde
Chorus:
Go ahead and laugh at our exclimacomma
Go ahead and say that our runes suck
Do it in the name of God the Father or Mother
He or she will back you up and look at us funny
There won't be any more BPS websites, if Adam keeps destroying them and appologizing
We're all going to bloody Hell, even Graci who's a Catholic but believes in evolu-u-u-u-tion
Don't let one more letter ride away into Win or Alan's hands
So the bored girl sent the letter,
To her friend May who was also bored,
Saying it was from the Boredom Prevention Society,
Tons of jokes graced the pages, so bad they could kill
Came the answer from the oh-so-intellectual May,
"With our other friend, Laura, we will share
All these insane jokes from your little book
All the treasures buried somewhere in this inane idea of creating societies."
Chorus
Though the school pouted with anger
BPS stayed quite exclusive,
And they expanded to only 6 members,
With only those few knowing the weird quirks of the society
Now they've got a treasured website
On the Net, it's dark and red
Click a link and look on that page
Lot's of crap is all you'll find
Chorus
(Extra verse!!!)
Now Sarah's head of Boredom Prevention Society
May's got Boredom Promotion, Amie's Babbling Pancake
Laura's Bored Puffin, Graci's Bored Pug
And Adam has the Birth control Pill Society
And all these kids are happily living
Out their twisted, adolescent lives
Writing letters when the urge hits them
In their illedgible chicken-scratch which they call handwriting
Chorus (really loudly and exuberantly in your awful singing voices!!!)
