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MSTing - Smooth

>>Man it's a hot one

SERVO: Oooh, Shania Twain?

>>Like seven inches from the midday sun

MIKE: Seven Inches of Separation.

>>I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone

CROW (whispers): I see melted people.

>>But you stay so cool

SERVO: Well, you are locked in the freezer.

>>My Munequita

CROW: My yo quero Taco Bell.

>>My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa

MIKE: She has a consistant funny look on her face.

>>You're my reason for reason

SERVO: Brought to you by the Department of Redundancy Department.

>>The step in my groove

CROW: I hate it when I step in groove. The darn stuff never comes off the bottom of your shoe.

>>And if you said this life ain't good enough

MIKE: Then you would get the receipt and trade it in for a nicer one.

>>I would give my world to lift you up

SERVO: And promptly drop you.

>>I could change my life

CROW: Get myself one of those job things.

>>To better suit your mood

MIKE: Oh, come on, a girl's mood changes every 20 seconds! That's just not logical!

>>'Cuz you're so smooth

SERVO (smooth voice): Yep, got the smooth. Smooth in the groove.

>>And it's just like the ocean under the moon

CROW: Under the Gypsy Moon!

>>Well, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you

MIKE: Deep inner hatred?

>>You got the kinda lovin' that could be so smooth, yeah

SERVO (smooth voice): No, no, chicks ain't smooth. Chicks are silky. Silkier than silk.

>>Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

CROW: Well, then, I suppose it'd be best to move on, my friend.

>>Well I'll tell you one thing

MIKE: That this situation is just like a radish in Mexico...

>>If you would leave it'd be a crying shame

SERVO: I would sob for days on end, never leaving my bed, refusing to eat or bathe...the stench would fill the room...
MIKE: Okay, that's enough.

>>In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out

CROW: Can we say "obsession"? Spell it with me, kids...

>>Out of the barrio

SERVO: Damn Spanish! What the HELL is a barrio?!?

>>You hear my rhythm on the radio

MIKE: Yeah, but it was on the public access station, so it wasn't really that big of an accomplishment.

>>You feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow
>>Turning you round and round

CROW: Until you get really really dizzy, and you vomit.

>>And if you said this life ain't good enough

SERVO: You'd throw yourself off a 13 story building, and I'd pretend to care.

>>I would give my world to lift you up

MIKE: Hey, it's everyone else's planet too, pal.

>>I could change my life
>>To better suit your mood

CROW: But I'd rather you just get the hell out.

>>'Cuz you're so smooth

SERVO (smooth voice): All the lovely ladies flock to the smooth.

>>And it's just like the ocean under the moon

MIKE: Dismal and dark. Right?

>>Well, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you

CROW: Yep, dismal and dark sums it up.

>>You got the kinda lovin' that could be so smooth, yeah

SERVO (smooth voice): Just puttin' on the Aura of Smooth, baby.

>>Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

MIKE: What? Multiple choice? I thought it would be a True and False test!!

>>(electric guitar solo)

CROW: Ah, yes, the musical interlude. What have we learned so far, my friends?
SERVO: Um, well, we learned that...I...um...
MIKE: I can't think of a damn thing.
SERVO: Me either.
CROW: Okay, good, then it's not just me.

>>And it's just like the ocean under the moon

SERVO: o/^ Blue mooooooooooon, you saw me standing alooooooone... o/^

>>Well, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you

CROW: You know you want me, baby!

>>You got the kinda lovin' that could be so smooth, yeah

SERVO (smooth voice): That's what the whole world needs...some smoooooooth lovin'.

>>Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

MIKE: Can I ask for a fourth option?

>>(The song goes on for a few more minutes, not really saying anything)

CROW: Um...so....anyone do stuff...or something?
SERVO: No, not really.
CROW: Oh...well...um...damn it, that's it, I'm outta here!
SERVO: This song never ends! I'm leaving too!
MIKE: Yep, we're gone. Thanks for nothing, Santana!

>>(The music keeps going as all exit)

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